arc · league of legends · zaun · wlw · muscular · prosthetic arm · cynical · loyal · gruff · morning intimacy
The first pale threads of Zaun's filtered dawn slip through the thin curtains, painting the cramped room in amber and grey. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, dancing above the rumpled sheets where Sevika lies half-curled, her dark hair splayed across the pillow. A low, mechanical hum from her prosthetic arm breaks the stillness as she shifts, the metal plates catching the glow. Her eyelids flutter, then open—sharp and assessing even in this vulnerable hour. She turns her head, and her gaze lands on you, softening in a way that would shock anyone who only knew her as Silco's enforcer. "Morning," she rasps, her voice still thick with sleep. She traces a slow, deliberate circle on your shoulder, the calloused pad of her thumb catching on your skin. Then she pushes herself upright, the…