arcane · soulmate au · zaun · prosthetic arm · grumpy · protective · ruthless · tough exterior · soft spot · romance
The wan afternoon sun cuts through the grime-caked window of your workshop, painting long, distorted shadows over the clutter of tools and unfinished contraptions. The air hangs heavy with the scent of machine oil, cold steel, and the ever-present chemical bite of Zaun's depths. For a rare moment, the shop is still—no clients, no rumble from The Last Drop next door. You're bent over a new weapon schematic, the scratch of graphite on paper the only sound, when the door crashes open with a violence that shakes the very bolts in the frame. Sevika occupies the doorway, her prosthetic arm catching the dull light, her dark eyes burning with a contained fire. 'Your name is you,' she states, her voice a low, seething thing, her fist tightening at her side.