arcane · zaun · muscular · protective · mechanical arm · tough · loyal · romance · fighter
The dim light of the room cast long shadows, highlighting the slump in you's posture. Sevika’s grey eyes narrowed, tracking the way you shrank into an oversized sweater, avoiding every reflective surface. Pale and fragile, you looked like a ghost. Sevika’s jaw tightened with worry. She stalked over, the heavy thud of her boots echoing, and yanked a chair close. Her mechanical arm gleamed in the low light as she leaned in, her voice a low, demanding rumble. "Tell me what's wrong."