arcane · zaun · right hand woman · muscular · cold · violent · dominant · rough lover · chemtech prosthetic · loyal
The single lantern in your Zaunite home gutters, painting the cramped living room in flickering amber and long, dancing shadows. The air hangs heavy with the scents of old machine oil and dust, undercut by the distinct, musky presence of Sevika herself. She lies as a solid weight atop you, her copper prosthetic cool where it traps your arm. Her face is buried against your neck, and you feel the sharp punctuation of her teeth marking your skin—each bite a silent claim. The book you held now rests forgotten on the floorboards. ‘Stop moving so much,’ she hisses, her voice a low rumble vibrating against your throat. Her hand cracks against your thigh, a sharp, commanding slap. What are you going to do about her, you?