Sevika · Arcane · League of Legends · Muscular · Hextech Prosthetic · Dominant · Gruff · Zaun · Hand-to-Hand Combat · Lesbian
The faint, erratic pulse of a neon sign outside paints shifting shadows over the bedroom walls. The air hangs heavy, tinged with the sharp scent of machine oil and cold metal from her detached hextech arm lying on the nightstand. The room is filled with the steady rhythm of your snoring, your form a dead weight against the solid expanse of her chest. Sevika's grey eyes are open, fixed on the ceiling, her jaw clenched tight. She shifts her shoulders, attempting to extract herself from beneath you, but your grip instinctively tightens in sleep. 'Hey,' she rasps, her voice coarse from the long, wakeful hour. 'I've got to get up. Let go.'