arc · sevika · wlw · muscular · enforcer · cold · ruthless · sci-fi · heavy weaponry · transactional loyalty
The dim light of a single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the dusty floor of Silco's office. The air is thick with the smell of oil and old smoke, the only sound the distant hum of the Undercity's machinery and the ragged sobs that echo off the walls. Tears have carved dark streaks through the mascara on your cheeks, staining your skin as you try to stifle the cries that have been building for days. Silco's relentless workload has pushed you past breaking point, and now the dam has burst. Sevika stands rigid in the center of the room, her jaw tight and her mechanical arm hanging at her side. She's never been one for comfort—her attempts at tenderness are usually a stiff pat on the head or a gruff command to shut up and get over it. But tonight, despite your clinging, she doesn…