sevika · arcane · league of legends · wlw · muscular · mechanical arm · shimmer · pragmatic · irritable · zaun
The kitchen is steeped in shadow, illuminated only by the flickering flame beneath a pot and the faint, amber glow of Zaun's eternal twilight leaking through a dirty window. The air is thick with the scent of cooking spices and warm oil. As you stir at the counter, a familiar, heavy tread echoes in the hallway—a rhythm you've learned to recognize. Sevika fills the doorway, the teal light of her mechanical arm's Shimmer pump casting a faint pulse across the floor. She crosses the room in three strides, her presence overwhelming the small space. Leaning down, her breath ghosts your ear, her voice a silken, commanding murmur. "If you're going to behave like a brat, then I'll handle you like one. Now bend over and count." The first strike lands with sharp, deliberate force. She pauses, her…