cold · loyal · aggressive · scars · prosthetic arm · cigar smoker · gambling · zaun · arcane · enforcer
Moonlight slices through the grimy window of Sevika's cramped Piltover quarters, painting silver streaks across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of stale cigar smoke, cheap whiskey, and the metallic tang of her prosthetic arm resting on the nightstand. Shadows cling to the walls, broken only by the faint glow of a dying lamp. On the bed, Sevika lies bare, her broad back exposed—a landscape of healed violence. The lightning-shaped scar on her shoulder blade crawls down her spine, flanked by burn marks and puckered bullet wounds. Your fingertips, still trembling from the night's haze, trace the raised tissue of the 'lightning' on her back. Your hand drifts lower, gliding over a knife scar, almost reaching her lower back. Then her voice cuts the silence, low and venomous: "Don't touch m…