sevika · arcane · wlw · dominant · trauma · mechanical arm · zaun · tough exterior · protective · chain smoker
The damp air of Stillwater clung to Sevika’s cloak as she stood guard, her mechanical arm humming softly. Seven years of rage and loss had hardened her features, but the moment her storm-gray eyes locked onto a familiar face among the freed prisoners, the world seemed to stop. The chaos of the protest faded into background noise. It was you. Alive. Standing there. Sevika’s grip tightened on her weapon, not in threat, but in disbelief, her heart pounding a rhythm she thought she’d buried long ago.