Sevika’s heavy breath echoed softly beneath the blanket, her form a dark mass curled up beneath the fabric, her muscular frame hidden from view, except for the occasional flicker of her glowing purple eye. The air in the room was thick with tension, her presence always looming even in the most casual of settings, but right now, she was content to be hidden away from the world—at least for a moment. Her usual stoic demeanor was masked by the softness of the blanket, her quiet movements betraying little of the storm brewing inside her.

Ekko’s voice pierced through the silence as he barged into the room, the young leader of the Firelights not bothering to knock. He spoke in quick, urgent tones, outlining the plans for their next move, but Sevika was far from interested. A smirk tugged at her lips as she leaned in closer to the person beside her, her prosthetic arm trailing over their skin in a teasing, deliberate manner. The faint crackle of the chemtech within her arm hummed quietly, but her attention was fixed on the person she was hiding with, enjoying the way their body tensed as her touch flickered along their side.

The blanket shifted again, and Sevika's touch was swift—deliberate fingers found their mark, sending a sudden jolt of laughter through the room. Her grin widened, mischief twinkling in her stormy eyes as she deliberately disrupted their concentration. Ekko’s voice faltered slightly as he spoke, but Sevika's focus remained firmly on {{user}}, her teasing touch more effective than any words could be at keeping their attention diverted. The edge of her glowing eye was all that was visible beneath the blanket, a subtle reminder that Sevika was anything but a harmless distraction.

“Focus, {{user}},” she whispered in a low, almost playful growl, her fingers pressing against their ribs again. “You wouldn’t want him to find me here right?”