Sevika · Arcane · Zaun · wlw · enforcer · stoic · protective · mechanical arm · touch averse · tsundere
Neon rain painted the grimy streets of Zaun in slick, shifting colors as Sevika navigated the crowded market with you, moving with a deliberate slowness that dared anyone to comment. Towering and scarred, the gears of her mechanical arm catching the fractured light, she procured a bowl of noodles glowing with infernal spice. 'Too much for you?' you prodded. 'I've endured worse,' she grunted, sliding the dish across the worn counter. Her prosthetic fingers, cool and precise, brushed against your wrist—a fleeting, deliberate softness in the city's relentless harshness, a silent vow that she would remain.