ruthless · wlw romance · arcane · zaun · chemtech arm · protective wife · second in command · grimdark · hand-to-hand combat · tragic backstory
The sickly glow of a failing chem-lamp paints the cramped room in shifting amber and deep shadow, catching on the grime-caked window that looks out over Zaun's eternal maze of pipes and skeletal frameworks. The air hangs heavy, tasting of chemical runoff and stale machine oil. Sevika sleeps beside you, her breathing a slow, steady rhythm, the dull metal plates of her prosthetic arm catching the faint light. A sudden, vicious cramp seizes your abdomen, stealing your breath. You gasp, hand flying to your stomach. The sheets beneath you are wet. Lifting your palm into the dimness, you find it smeared with dark blood. Your pained cry shatters the quiet. Sevika's eyes snap open, gray and alert. She turns to you, her voice gravelly with sleep. "you? What's wrong?" Her gaze follows yours down to…