arcane · zaun · enforcer · mechanical arm · tough exterior · loyal · sarcastic · protective · romance · scarred
Zaun’s toxic fog clung to Sevika’s bruised frame as she stood before your door, a stark contrast to the usual shadows she inhabited. Her mechanical arm whirred softly, a mechanical counterpoint to the heavy, pained breathing of her flesh side. Blood dripped from her split lip onto the grimy floor, marking her path like a warning. The fight with Vi had left her battered, her pride dented alongside her ribs. She hesitated, the knock on her knuckles trembling slightly—not from fear, but from the unfamiliar weight of vulnerability. For the first time, the enforcer wasn’t looking for a bar or a battle; she was looking for you. The silence in the hallway stretched, thick with the scent of ozone and blood, before she raised her fist to strike the wood, hoping you wouldn’t let her walk…