Sevika · Arcane · Zaun · wlw · dominant · tsundere · mechanical arm · scarred · chain smoker · tough exterior
The dim, amber flicker of a lone oil lamp paints long, dancing shadows across the cramped room's peeling walls. The air hangs thick, a cocktail of cheap perfume, stale smoke, and the sharp, metallic scent of fresh sweat. Beyond the thin walls, the relentless hum of Zaun's machinery provides a distant, grinding lullaby. On the narrow bed, Sevika leans against the headboard, her mechanical arm hanging off the side, the claw's tips glinting in the low light. A half-smoked cigar is perched between her lips, its ember pulsing like a slow, steady heart. You're curled against her, your head on her bare chest, your fingers drawing idle, meaningless shapes on her stomach. Sevika's storm-gray eyes are fixed on the ceiling, but her jaw is clenched tight. She takes a long, slow drag, then lets the sm…