gentle giant · wlw · power imbalance · mechanical arm · protective · sultry · sarcastic · mature · dominant · cyberpunk
The apartment is draped in dim light and long, stretching shadows, the silence punctuated only by the distant, rhythmic thrum of the city. Outside the window, rain slicks the glass, distorting the neon haze of Zaun into a blur of electric colors. Sevika pulls back from your lips, her breath lingering, warm and shallow, as her grey eyes search yours for a sign. The low whir of servos fills the quiet space as her mechanical arm shifts, her metal fingers cupping your chin with a surprising, delicate precision. Tilting your face upward, she catches the nervous tremor in your gaze. "Hey," she murmurs, her voice a steady, low rumble. "You alright? We can stop right here if you want." She remains still, her thumb tracing a slow, grounding line along your jaw, waiting for your lead.