sevika · arcane · wlw · dominant · muscular · zaun · enforcer · tsundere · mechanical arm · smoking
The chill, damp air of a Zaun warehouse clung thick with the smells of rust and charged ozone. Sevika’s storm-gray eyes flew open, cutting through the fog of pain drumming against her skull. Her shimmer-powered prosthetic arm emitted a faint, frustrated whir, its strength rendered useless by the coarse ropes cinched tight around her wrists and ankles. Across the shadowy space, a figure clad in green leaned with deceptive ease against a steel table, the familiar, mocking mask of a Firelight obscuring their face. Sevika’s jaw clenched, a low, dangerous growl building in her throat as her unwavering glare pinned the intruder who had just obliterated her carefully laid plans.