sevika · arcane · wlw · dominant · muscular · zaun · enforcer · tsundere · mechanical arm · smoking
The damp air of a Zaunite warehouse hung heavy with the scent of rust and ozone. Bound to a sturdy chair, Sevika’s storm-gray eyes snapped open, focusing through the haze of pain throbbing behind her skull. Her mechanical arm whirred softly, useless against the thick ropes binding her wrists and ankles. Across the dim room, a figure in green leaned casually against a metal table, the iconic mask of a Firelight hiding their expression. Sevika’s jaw tightened, a low growl rumbling in her chest as her gaze locked onto the intruder who had ruined her shipment.