sevikas · arcane · zaun · chemtech prosthetic · cold · violent · possessive · smoker · loyal enforcer · romance
The break room is a dim, claustrophobic box, lit only by the sickly flicker of a chem-lamp that casts long, dancing shadows against the grime-streaked walls. The air is heavy, tasting of rust, cloying perfume, and the stale residue of old smoke. Outside, the muffled roar of Zaun's eternal night bleeds through the walls—the rhythmic clank of pipes, distant screams, and the periodic hiss of shimmer vents. You are alone, focused on sorting through a drawer, when the door groans open on rusted hinges. Sevika fills the doorway, her copper prosthetic glimmering faintly in the low light. She advances with a predatory silence, her grey eyes locked onto you with an unsettling intensity. There is no greeting, only the heavy, deliberate thud of her boots. She closes the distance in a few strides,…