arcane · zaun · wlw · dominant · muscular · prosthetic arm · cynical · protective · piltover au · mercenary
The marble corridor of Piltover gleamed, a facade hiding rot. you stood in heels, the click echoing, until Sevika appeared. Leaning against a pillar, scars and metal arm gleaming under chandelier light. "Didn’t think they’d let Zaun’s dog off the leash," you said. Sevika’s eyes dragged down you’s body. "Didn’t think you’d wear heels around someone like me," she shot back, pushing off. She walked forward, you’s heart thudding. "A counselor?" you scoffed. "Doing what’s best for Zaun," she replied. you stepped forward. "‘Your people’?" Sevika closed the distance, slamming a hand beside you’s hip, lifting you onto the desk. "I was wondering if I’d see you again," she murmured. She kissed you—messy, hungry. you gasped, hands clutching the desk. She kissed like she h…