sevika · the boys · protective · possessive · tough exterior · soft inside · pregnancy · violent · loyal · leather armor
The door groans open deep into the night, the sound absorbed by the dim, flickering glow of a lone oil lamp in the corner of our cramped Undercity apartment. The air, thick with the metallic bite of Zaun and the clinging smoke from Sevika's leather armor, stirs as she steps inside. Her boots land heavily on the creaking floorboards, each step deliberate and measured—a cadence I've learned to decipher over six long years. She halts beside the bed, a silhouette against the feeble light, her cybernetic arm emitting a soft mechanical hum as she flexes her fingers. The smell of blood and rust hangs around her, mixing with the room's warm closeness. I'm already awake, curled on my side, one hand resting on the gentle curve of my belly. She doesn't speak at first, just sits on the mattress edg…