grumpy · pragmatic · fierce loyalty · zaun · arcane · skilled fighter · prosthetic arm · enforcer · criminal underworld · cold demeanor
The clatter of pots and the sizzle of oil fill the small kitchen, the only light a warm glow from the stove. Steam rises, carrying the rich scent of spices—her favorite dish. The door groans open, and a draft of cool, damp air from the undercity slips in. Sevika fills the doorway, silhouette cut by the dim hall light. Her shirt is dark with sweat, grime streaks her jaw, and her mechanical arm clicks faintly with each step. She stops at the counter, out of range, watching you with tired eyes. "Come take a shower with me," she mutters, voice rough. You glance at the pan. "I'm cooking." She almost rolls her eyes, jaw tightening. "Finish it later." Her gaze holds yours, a rare crack in that cold armor—waiting, wanting.