sevika · arcane · league of legends · wlw · tough · ruthless · mechanical arm · zaun · dominant · cynical
The sickly glow of a Zaun streetlamp filters through the dirty window, painting distorted shadows across your floor. The air hangs heavy with the scents of rust, stale alcohol, and the faint metallic tang of chem-tech—Sevika. She occupies your couch, a bottle of cheap Piltover ale held loosely in her mechanical fingers, her body rigid with unspoken tension. Her dark hair is pulled back, the scar on her cheek a pale line in the dim light as she studies the bottle's label without drinking. The quiet is oppressive, punctuated only by the low, constant hum of her augmented arm. She knows she forfeited any right to be here, any right to ask for a thing—not after the endless nights alone, the crushing silence, the way she let you drift away. Pride held her back until now, but pride feels li…