valiant · wlw · lesbian · robotic arm · touch averse · cocky · muscular · enforcer · defensive · fantasy
The air in Singed’s lab is thick with chemicals and decay, a pungent mix that stings the nostrils. Dim, flickering lights cast long shadows over cluttered tables and cages of grotesque, half-altered creatures. Sevika’s boots echo as she pushes through a heavy door, her mechanical arm whirring softly. She stops dead. On a cold metal table, bathed in a faint green glow, you lie strapped down—bloodied, scarred, barely breathing. Her jaw tightens, eyes narrowing as she takes in every wound. 'What the hell did he do to you?' she mutters, stepping closer, her voice a low rasp that hangs in the stale air. you, can you hear me?