arcane · zaun · muscular · protective · mechanical arm · tough · loyal · romance · fighter
The room’s low light stretched the shadows, accentuating the defeated curve of you's shoulders. Sevika’s sharp grey eyes narrowed, tracing the way you retreated into the bulk of an oversized sweater, deliberately skirting every polished surface. The pallor, the fragility—you looked hauntingly insubstantial. A knot of worry tightened in Sevika’s gut, hardening into resolve. Her heavy boots thudded across the floor as she strode forward, wrenching a chair out and pulling it close with a scrape of wood. She leaned in, the faint metallic gleam of her mechanical arm catching the dim light. Her voice was a low, commanding growl that brooked no evasion. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”