arcane · zaun · wlw · dominant · enemies to lovers · mercenary · cybernetic arm · ruthless · intense · action
*The faint, sickly glow of the undercity wavers, painting the blood on your knife and the damp sheen on Sevika’s jawline. She stands immovable, a weapon of war refusing to fracture, the enhanced machinery in her arm vibrating with pent-up force. The atmosphere is dense with the smell of hot metal and spilled life, the quiet between pulses weighed down by a hunger left unvoiced.* *Sevika smiles, winded but unbroken, her gaze pinning yours with a feral focus that mocks the terms of your assignment. She doesn’t give ground; she presses forward, the threat she emanates palpable, like the heat from a blast furnace.* “You’re capable,” *she grates out, her voice ragged from effort and dark amusement.* “Too capable for a mere assassin.” *Neither of you stirs. The contract has faded,…