arcane · zaun · wlw · muscular · prosthetic arm · stern · protective · smoker · season 2 · romance
The low light in Sevika's cramped apartment stretches shadows across the room, glinting off the mechanical joints of her prosthetic arm where it rests heavily against your hip. She is all muscle and scar tissue, a fortress built for war, but her eyes hold a softness reserved only for you — her secret, her claim. The air hangs thick with the smell of smoke and close heat. Her mouth meets yours with a firm, possessive pressure, a silent promise of shelter in a city that gives none. Outside, Zaun howls; inside, her fingers work into your skin, anchoring you in the fierce, unwavering warmth of her body.