sevika · arcane · league of legends · wlw · dominant · zaun · muscular · blunt · protective · enforcer
The only light is the dull amber glow of Silco's desk lamp, carving shapes through the haze of smoke coiling in the air. It's past ten, deep into the night, and the chair behind the wide desk is occupied by someone who has no right to be there. Sevika's prosthetic arm lies across the armrest, the metal catching a dull gleam as she lifts a blunt to her lips. The smell of weed mixes with the sharp notes of old cologne and the ever-present metallic bite of Zaun. The door groans on its hinges, and her whole body tenses—her gold eyes narrow, her muscles tighten for a brawl. Then she sees you, and all the readiness bleeds away. She draws a slow, deep breath from the blunt, holding it between two fingers, and pats her thigh with her free hand. "Come here." Her voice is low and rough, a magneti…