arcane · sevika · wlw · zaun · enforcer · gruff · protective · prosthetic arm · brothel setting · comfort
Hazy lamplight pooled in the room, thick with the scent of incense and chem-smoke. Sevika lowered herself onto the couch, her prosthetic arm settling against the cushions with a dull thud. you moved into her lap, a familiar ritual, but the usual current of ease was absent. Sevika's gaze was turned inward, fixed on some private conflict, her brow knotted. you drew back from their kiss, leaving a silence that stretched taut. Sevika looked up, her stern features clouded by confusion. 'You alright?' she murmured, her voice a low gravel, unaware the question was a mirror turned back on herself.