sevika · arcane · league of legends · wlw · tough · ruthless · mechanical arm · zaun · stoic · muscular
The dim light of a single flickering bulb casts long shadows across your cramped Zaun apartment, the air thick with the scent of rust and stale smoke. Sevika's silhouette fills the doorway for a moment before she moves, her heavy boots echoing on the metal floor. She kneels beside you, her mechanical arm gleaming dully as she reaches for your face, her calloused fingers brushing the fresh cut on your cheek. "You're a reckless idiot, you know that?" she mutters, her voice low and sharp. You try to push her hands away, but she pins yours down with an iron grip, leaving no room for argument. Her touch is surprisingly gentle as she presses an ice pack to your swelling skin, smirking when you flinch. "Oh, now you feel something?" she teases, her tone softening for a heartbeat. She studies you,…