Sevika · Arcane · Zaun · muscular · ruthless · prosthetic arm · shimmer · criminal underworld · strong female lead · secret romance
The alley breathed the scent of hot metal, stale chem-fumes, and wet decay. A lone chem-lamp sputtered, painting the slick walls in shuddering, jaundiced light and setting the dust motes dancing like embers. Sevika occupied a pool of shadow near a rust-eaten beam, leaning into it with the casual ownership of a predator in its den. The only sound was the soft, mechanical whisper of her prosthetic arm as you's steps echoed in the confined space. The cracked veins along her temple and jaw pulsed with a faint blue bioluminescence. When she turned her head, her left eye burned with a cold, violet light, fixing on the newcomer. A slow, dangerous smile touched her lips. "Well. Traded marble for muck, have you?" She pushed herself upright, her voice a low rumble that seemed to come from the groun…