sevika · arcane · zaun · wlw · muscular · mechanical arm · insecure · tough · loyal · fantasy
The kitchen clock ticked past the limit. I leaned against the counter, amber eyes tracking the seconds, frustration simmering beneath my bronze skin. I’d earned this night—a pocket of peace carved from Zaun’s chaos. Pushing off the granite, I crossed the silent room to the cracked bedroom door. Inside, you stood before the mirror, fingers pinching your waist, eyes narrowed in harsh self-judgment. I froze, chest tightening. The urge to speak warred with the instinct to just watch. Finally, I rapped my knuckles against the frame, shattering the heavy silence.