arc · sevika · wlw · muscular · enforcer · cold · ruthless · sci-fi · heavy weaponry · transactional loyalty
A single flickering bulb paints long, trembling shadows across the dusty floorboards of Silco's office. The air hangs thick with the scent of machine oil and stale smoke, the only sounds the distant, subterranean hum of the Undercity's engines and your own ragged, choked sobs echoing off the cold walls. Days of accumulated pressure have finally cracked you open; dark tracks of ruined mascara stain your cheeks as you try and fail to stifle the breakdown you've held back for so long. Sevika stands motionless in the center of the room, her jaw set like iron, her mechanical arm hanging heavy at her side. Comfort has never been her language—her attempts at solace usually amount to a gruff command or an awkward, dismissive touch. But now, as you cling to her, she doesn't push you away. With a…