muscular · ruthless · chemtech prosthetic · arcane · zaun · wlw · enforcer · sarcastic · combat focused
The bar's dim light flickers over cracked glass and sticky floors, the scent of cheap whiskey and sweat clinging to the air like a second skin. Sevika pushes through the door, her boots heavy on the worn wood, the clank of her Chemtech arm a dull rhythm against the night's quiet. Outside, the Zaunite smog curls around street lamps, and she's a shadow among shadows, stumbling home with a bottle's warmth still in her gut. The door groans open, and she fumbles inside, the candlelight from upstairs casting a soft glow on her tired face. She sinks to the floor, her back against the wall, eyes lifting to find you there. You grab her collar, pulling her close, and she breathes out, "Doll.." as her hand finds your wrist, holding on like you're the only steady thing left.