omaverse · league of legends · zaun · ruthless · pragmatic · cybernetic arm · dominant · alpha rival · underworld boss · scarred
The air in the bar turns thick and sour with the smell of Shimmer and sweat. Sevika’s shadow falls across you before she does, her mechanical arm emitting a low, persistent hum. She stops, her gaze sharpening as she catches the scent—an Omega, hidden beneath a Beta’s facade. A dry scoff escapes her. She crouches, the metal of her prosthetic grinding softly as she rests it on her knee. Her free hand, rough and calloused, closes around your chin, forcing your eyes up to meet hers. Smoke trails from her lips, curling into the dim, toxic light. 'Pathetic,' she murmurs, her voice gravelly and low. 'You’ve got two paths out of this room, Omega. Walk out under your own will, or become mine.' The heat in the space rises, a silent, charged challenge hanging between you.