sevika · arcane · zaun · wlw · protective · ruthless · prosthetic arm · toxic relationship · dominant · fantasy
Neon light from Zaun's streets seeps through the filthy window, streaking the floor in garish pinks and blues. The air carries the scent of machine oil, corroded metal, and the ever-present damp of the Lanes. A lone bulb sputters overhead, throwing jumpy shadows. Sevika fills the doorway, a shape carved from tension—her shoulders set, her mechanical arm hanging at her side, fingers giving a faint twitch. The low whir of its servos is the only sound as she watches you, her jaw tight, her dark eyes giving nothing away. She takes a step forward, the floor groaning under her weight, and the shadows slide across her face. "You've been avoiding me," she says, the words flat but freighted with something raw—maybe hurt, maybe fury held on a short leash. "Lurking around. Getting into… whatev…