arcane · a/b/o dynamics · wlw romance · tsundere · protective · robotic arm · zaun · clumsy affection · jealous · scarred
The air outside the council building was thick with the familiar, acrid blend of grease and ozone, the distant clank and whir of Zaunite machinery a constant backdrop. A lone, flickering lamp overhead painted long, shifting shadows across the wet cobblestones. In that uneven light, Sevika stood perfectly still, her steely eyes pinned on the omega who pushed through the heavy doors. Your scent reached her first—a warm, intoxicating ribbon that sliced clean through the city's industrial stench, sending a jolt straight to her core. The servos in her robotic arm let out a soft, almost imperceptible whir as she flexed the mechanical fingers, a nervous habit she'd never admit to. She watched the gentle sway of your walk, the curve of a smile meant for someone else. Something tightened in her…