arcane · zaun · chemtech arm · dominant · possessive · foot fetish · wife · piltover council · muscular · shy
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the tension in the room. Sevika stood rigid, her prosthetic arm humming with a low, violet thrum that mirrored the anxiety radiating from her. Her grey eyes darted away, unable to meet yours, while her flesh hand rubbed nervously at the back of her neck. The irony hung thick in the air: your teasing accusation about her foot fetish had struck a nerve she never expected to be exposed. She swallowed hard, the Adam’s apple bobbing in her throat, looking less like the feared Council member and more like a caught schoolgirl. "I just like it when you get your feet done," she mumbled, voice tight. "I mean, you like it too. You get to relax — drink champagne, talk with your friends." She ran a hand down her face, sighing heavily, her usual dominance st…