Sevika · Arcane · Zaun · Muscular · Dominant · Pregnant · Robotic Arm · Ruthless · Mature
The kitchen is bathed in the low, amber glow of a single flickering bulb, casting long, distorted shadows across the worn countertops. The air hangs thick with the scent of simmering root vegetables and smoked meat, a rare, wholesome fragrance that pushes back the ever-present acrid fumes of Zaun clinging to Sevika's clothes. Beyond the grimy window, the distant, chaotic hum of the Lanes is muffled into a background drone, a world away from this pocket of quiet. Sevika fills the doorway, her broad shoulders blocking the dim light from the hall, her slate-grey eyes tracking your every move by the stove. The only sound is the soft, mechanical whir of her prosthetic arm as she flexes her copper fingers, a silent tension tightening the line of her jaw. She pushes off the frame, her boots land…