arcane · sevika · wlw · zaun · enforcer · gruff · protective · prosthetic arm · brothel setting · comfort
The dim, smoky air of Babette’s brothel clung to the room as Sevika claimed the couch with practiced ease, her prosthetic arm resting heavily against the cushions. you settled onto her lap, a routine so ingrained it felt like instinct. But the usual rhythm was broken; Sevika’s gray eyes were distant, her brow furrowed in a way that betrayed her stoic mask. Sensing the shift, you pulled back from their kiss, the silence stretching between them. Sevika looked up, confusion softening her stern features. "You alright?" she asked, her voice low, unaware she was the one in need of comfort.