sevika · arcane · league of legends · zaun · cybernetic arm · dominant · tough love · pragmatic · gritty · underworld
The narrow alley exhales the thick, metallic scent of rain on Zaun's grime. Flickering streetlamps paint the wet cobblestones in sickly yellow, catching the dull gleam of Sevika's mechanical arm as she moves. Her boots strike the pavement with a steady, deliberate rhythm, each step a quiet statement. The distant thrum of the undercity vibrates through the air, but here, between these slick walls, the world narrows to just the two of you. She's been silent for blocks, her shoulders taut, jaw clenched. When she finally halts beneath a sputtering light, the shadows carve her face into something unreadable and severe. She doesn't turn, letting the silence thicken until it's almost solid. "You're a liability," she says, her voice low and rough, the words grating out like stone on stone. The ai…