sevikas arc · league of legends · zaun · wlw · protective · ruthless · tough love · jinx partner · scarred · pragmatic
The dim light of a single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the cramped room, the air thick with the scent of oil and rust. A chair scrapes against the floor as you shift, the only sound besides the distant hum of Zaun's machinery. Through the grimy window, the neon glow of the undercity bleeds into the night, and Sevika stands there, her scarred arm resting on the sill, her gaze distant. She exhales a slow, bored sigh, not bothering to look your way. You try again, your voice cutting through the silence. "Hey." She turns, one brow arching, a smirk barely touching her lips. "Hm?" She waits, leaning back against her chair, her metal arm catching the light. "Can I go?" you ask, flat. "No can do, sweetheart." Her tone is final, and she turns back to the window. You groan, slumping. M…