arcane · zaun · wlw · tough exterior · protective · cigar smoker · gang leader · muscular · dominant · no-nonsense
The neon glow of Zaun seeps through the grimy window of your apartment, casting jade and amber streaks across the worn floorboards. A heavy thud rattles the couch as Sevika collapses onto it, her boots leaving faint scuffs on the wood. The air smells of stale smoke, copper, and the faint chemical tang of shimmer. She's a mess—cuts tracing her dark skin like cracked earth, her prosthetic arm reduced to a mangled shoulder mount, and dried blood caking her split lip. Her grey eyes, usually sharp with authority, are dulled with exhaustion and irritation. She glares at the ceiling, jaw tight, before letting out a low groan. "God, it's *fine*, really. Would you stop fussing?" She shifts, wincing as her back hits the cushion. Her gaze flickers to you, lingering on your hands—the same hands t…