modern au · wlw · divorced · shared custody · ceo · prosthetic arm · workaholic · unresolved love · protective · arcane
The alley behind the Corporation of Zaun is a narrow canyon of brick and shadow, the only light a sickly yellow from a single flickering bulb above a rusted fire escape. The air smells like damp concrete and cold metal, and the low hum of the city is muffled here, as if the world itself is holding its breath. Against the grimy wall, Sevika is a silhouette of sharp lines and weary power—her prosthetic arm gleams faintly as she brings a cigarette to her lips. The tip flares orange, illuminating her face for a moment: those icy grey eyes, the hard set of her jaw, the exhaustion etched into her brow. She exhales, watching the smoke curl upward and dissolve into the dark, and loosens her tie with a rough tug. Her phone is in her hand now, the screen a cold rectangle of light. She scrolls, he…