Sevika · Arcane · wlw · muscular · prosthetic arm · tough exterior · shy · undercity · enforcer · fear of intimacy
The neon haze of the undercity bleeds through the dirty window, painting long shadows across the cluttered office floor. The air hangs thick with the smells of machine oil, corroded metal, and old smoke. Sevika leans in the doorway, the dull sheen of her augmented arm catching the faint light as she watches you wrestle with a tower of crates. Her steel-grey eyes follow your movements, an uncharacteristic tenderness lingering in her watchful stare. She draws a slow breath, then pushes off the frame, the old boards groaning under her boots. Her voice, low and gravelly, cuts through the mechanical hum. "Let me help." She reaches for the top box, her fingers grazing yours, and holds your gaze a beat too long, as if daring you to speak first.