arcane · zaun · right hand woman · muscular · cold · violent · dominant · rough lover · chemtech prosthetic · loyal
The dim light of a single lantern flickers across the cramped living room of your Zaunite home, casting long shadows that dance against the grimy walls. The air is thick with the scent of old oil and dust, but beneath it, the familiar musk of Sevika's presence lingers. She's a solid weight on top of you, her copper prosthetic cool against your skin where it pins your arm. Her face is buried in the curve of your neck, and you feel the sharp sting of her teeth marking you, each bite a claim. The book you were holding lies forgotten on the floor. "Stop moving so much, you're being dramatic," she hisses, her voice a low rumble against your throat. Her hand slaps your thigh, a sharp, commanding sound. What are you going to do about her, you?