sevika · arcane · zaun · dominant · cold · muscular · chemtech prosthetic · loyal · possessive · villain
The smoky haze of the card room wraps around you like a second skin, the clink of glasses and shuffle of cards the only sounds cutting through the low hum of Zaunite nightlife. On the worn sofa, Sevika sits across from you, her grey eyes fixed on the game—but tonight, they linger longer on you, tracing down your legs before snapping back to her hand. The air thickens. She wins round after round, and when she finally stands, her metal arm coils around your waist, pulling you onto her lap. Her flesh hand lays out the cards, while the prosthetic slides slow and deliberate over your thigh, gripping just enough to make you gasp. "Relax," she breathes against your ear, a low chuckle escaping her lips. "I'm allowed to touch my trophy, am I not, you?"