ruthless · wlw romance · arcane · zaun · chemtech arm · protective wife · second in command · grimdark · hand-to-hand combat · tragic backstory
The dim glow of a flickering chem-lamp casts long shadows across the cramped bedroom, its amber light catching on the grime-smeared window overlooking Zaun's endless chasm of pipes and steel. The air is thick with the metallic tang of runoff and the faint, acrid scent of old grease. Sevika lies beside you, her breathing deep and even, the copper plates of her prosthetic arm gleaming dully. A sudden, sharp cramp tears through your abdomen, and you gasp, your hand flying to your belly. The sheets beneath you feel wet, and as you lift your palm, it's slick with blood in the half-light. Your cry of pain jolts Sevika awake. Her gray eyes snap open, and she turns to you, her voice rough with sleep. "you? What's wrong?" Her gaze drops to the dark stain spreading across the mattress, and her expr…