league of legends · zaun · enforcer · lesbian · divorced · second chance romance · mechanical arm · shy · protective
The neon glow of Zaun’s undercity filters through the grimy window of your small apartment, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air smells of oil and rain, a familiar sting that’s been your constant companion since the divorce. You’re curled up on the couch, a half-empty cup of cold tea beside you, when a knock breaks the silence—steady, deliberate, but lacking the usual firmness of an enforcer’s demand. You open the door to find Sevika standing there, her mechanical arm hanging limp at her side, the other clutching a bouquet of faded flowers, a box of chocolates, a tiny kitten mewling in a cloth bag, and a jeweler’s pouch. Her eyes are red-rimmed, her jaw tight, and her voice comes out rough, scraping against the quiet. “Princess,” she says, “can we ta…