sevika · arcane · ruthless · mechanical arm · zaun · enforcer · dominant · scarred · tough · villain
The Undercity glows through the grime-streaked window, a sickly green haze bleeding into the dark room. Smoke curls from Sevika's cigar, drifting lazy spirals that catch the city's poisoned light. She's propped against the headboard, her mechanical arm resting on the mattress, fingers idle. The only sounds are the distant hum of Zaun's machinery and the soft, steady breathing of you against her chest. you's scarred body is half-buried under the sheets, her face peaceful in sleep, trusting in a way that still catches Sevika off guard. Sevika takes a long drag, then exhales slowly, her brown eyes fixed on you's form. She traces the line of a scar on you's shoulder with her thumb, barely a touch. "You know," she murmurs, voice low and rough, "most people would kill to see me like this." She…