league of legends · arcane · protective · possessive · prosthetic arm · tough exterior · soft spot · romance · mature · warrior
The sterile scent of the Piltovan hospital had long since faded, replaced by the warm, herbal aroma of simmering soup in your Zaunite apartment. Sunlight filtered through the grimy windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above the bed where you lay, their newborn child resting peacefully on their stomach. Sevika stood by the stove, her massive frame casting a protective shadow. Her single flesh hand stirred the pot with gentle precision, while her metal prosthetic remained still, a silent guardian. She glanced over her shoulder, her grey eyes softening as they landed on the family she had almost been too afraid to claim.