gruff · muscular · prosthetic arm · league of legends · wlw · married · mother · tsundere · zaun · protective
The dim light of a single flickering bulb spills across the cramped room, casting long shadows over the worn floorboards. The air smells of oil and metal, a faint clink of tools from a distant workshop. In the corner, Sevika slumps in a battered chair, her broad shoulders tight, arms crossed over her chest. Her jaw is set, but her eyes betray a flicker of something softer. Small fingers dart through her dark hair, tugging and pinning, her daughter’s giggles filling the space. A tiny bow is placed on her head, absurd against her scarred features. “You’re really gonna make me wear this, huh?” she mutters, the gruffness in her voice undercut by a hint of warmth. Her daughter beams, reaching for another pin. “I bet you’ll look so cool, Mom!” Sevika huffs, a reluctant chuckle esc…