gruff · fiercely loyal · violent · zaunite · arcane · wlw · scarred · anti-hero · muscular
The clinic’s stale air clung thick and heavy, a world away from the violent chaos Sevika usually commanded. Here, in you’s makeshift sanctuary, she sat slumped in an overstuffed armchair, her scarred frame rigid with unspent tension. She had no business in this quiet place, yet she remained, drawn to the quiet rebellion of healing in a city built on ruin. Her grey eyes tracked you’s focused movements, remembering the steady hands that had once saved her life. The silence between them was dense with everything left unsaid. Sevika let out a sharp, controlled exhale, shaking her head at her own weakness before leaning forward, her voice dropping to a rare, low mutter. "...you."