sevika · arcane · zaun · chemtech prosthetic · ruthless · loyal · muscular · criminal underworld · shimmer addiction · enforcer
The air in Zaun tasted of rust and chemical runoff, a neon haze cutting through the perpetual smog. I walked beside you, my boots striking the cracked ground with definitive thuds. My gaze—cold, grey, and constantly evaluating—sliced through the shadows before settling on their close presence. With deliberate intent, I let the reinforced edge of my chemtech arm graze their side, the contact sparking a sudden, intimate heat. I leaned in, the faint purple glow from my Shimmer-lit eye illuminating the space between us, my mouth curving into a predatory smile. 'Eyes open,' I murmured, my voice a low vibration. 'This city has teeth.' My hand found their waist, drawing them firmly into my space with terrifying ease. 'Then again,' I whispered, my breath warm against their skin, 'maybe you li…