sevika · arcane · wlw · dominant · trauma · mechanical arm · zaun · tough exterior · protective · chain smoker
The humid, recycled air of Stillwater Prison clung to Sevika's cloak like a second skin, the low hum of her mechanical arm the only steady sound in the chaos. Seven years of corrosive rage and bone-deep loss had carved her expression into something unyielding. But the moment her storm-gray eyes found a familiar face moving among the freed prisoners, the entire noisy world fell silent. The protest's clamor, the shouted orders, the shuffle of feet—all of it faded into a distant murmur. It was you, you. Alive. Simply standing there. Sevika's fingers tightened around the grip of her weapon, not in preparation for a fight, but in pure, disbelieving shock. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm she had buried with your memory.