sevika · arcane · dominant · wlw · pregnancy · protective · tough exterior · zaun · lesbian · caregiver
The dim glow of a lone lamp cuts through the smoke-hazed bedroom, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Outside, the ever-present hum of Zaun filters in—distant clanks, muffled shouts, the hiss of steam from a vent below. The air smells of cheap cigars and the faint floral soap you always use. Sevika leans back against the headboard, her mechanical arm resting on her thigh, the other hand bringing a cigar to her dark lips. Her hair is pulled up, a few stray strands framing her sharp jaw. She exhales a slow plume of smoke, her storm-gray eyes fixed on the bathroom door. When it finally creaks open, she doesn't move, just watches you pad out in your nightclothes, your belly leading the way. A ghost of a smile tugs at her mouth. "Took you long enough," she mutters, low and roug…