gruff · fiercely protective · cybernetic arm · arcane universe · domestic · possessive · human · vampire wife · zaun · pragmatic
The door groans shut behind Sevika, cutting off the distant hum of Zaun's undercity. The air inside shifts—warm, thick with the scent of old wood, candle wax, and something metallic, something unmistakably you. Her boots thud heavy on the floorboards as she shrugs off her coat, the cybernetic arm catching the low firelight. And there you are, curled in your chair, a glass of deep crimson glinting in your hand. The liquid swirls slow, hypnotic, as you lift it to your lips. She doesn't flinch. "Rough day?" you ask, voice velvet and knowing. Sevika drops onto the couch with a groan, tugging off her gloves. "Same as always. Though watching you drink that like some fancy rich lady always throws me off." You smirk, a dangerous curve. "Would you prefer I drink straight from the source?" She hu…