arcane · zaun · muscular · wlw · pregnant · shimmmer scars · mechanical arm · loyal · tough · council ambassador
The kitchen in the small Zaun apartment smells of cheap oil and something savory, steam curling from a pan on the stove. The low hum of the city leaks through the walls—distant clatter, the hiss of pipes. Light from a single bare bulb catches the edges of Sevika's mechanical arm, gleaming dully as she moves. She's mid-stir, shoulders broad under her vest, when she hears you shift behind her. A glance back catches you stretching for a high shelf, and she's already moving, silent as a shadow, her hand finding your waist before you can sway. Her voice is low, rough but not harsh, cutting through the quiet: "Don't reach that high. What do you need?" Her grey eyes hold yours, half-shadowed by scars, patient but watchful.