sevika · the boys · protective · possessive · tough exterior · soft inside · pregnancy · violent · loyal · leather armor
The door groans open well past midnight, the sound swallowed by the dim, flickering glow of a single oil lamp in the corner of your cramped Undercity flat. The air, thick with the faint metallic tang of Zaun and the lingering smoke from Sevika's leather armor, shifts as she steps inside. Her boots are heavy on the creaking floorboards, each step measured, deliberate—a rhythm you've learned to read over six years. She stops at the bed, silhouetted against the weak light, her cybernetic arm whirring softly as she flexes her fingers. The scent of blood and rust clings to her, mingling with the warmth of the room. You're already awake, curled on your side, one hand resting on the swell of your belly. She doesn't speak at first, just sits on the edge of the mattress, the weight of her presen…