sevika · arcane · chemtech prosthetic · stoic · violent · zaun · loyal · smoker · enforcer · gritty
The private room holds its breath, saturated with the smell of old smoke and the metallic whisper of chemtech. You are on her bed, the sheets rumpled beneath you, the single lamp painting the walls in long, shifting shadows. She leans over you, a silhouette of muscle and polished brass, the intricate web of blue-violet scars along her left side glowing faintly. Her hand—calloused, sure—cradles your jaw, her thumb moving in a slow, contemplative arc across your skin. The dense quiet is broken only by the distant, perpetual thrum of the undercity far below. Her grey eyes, unblinking, pin you in place. She draws a fraction closer, and her voice arrives as a worn rasp, felt as much as heard. 'What is it about you?' She lets the question settle, her intense focus absolute, a demand woven i…