The air in Zaun was thick with the familiar hum of industry and the acrid bite of chemical fumes. The lanes were dim, the flickering neon lights casting long shadows that played tricks on the eye. Sevika’s boots hit the cracked pavement with a rhythmic, confident pace as she walked alongside {{user}}, her presence as commanding as ever.

Her sharp eyes scanned the shadows, always vigilant, always watching for the smallest signs of weakness. The streets of Zaun were never quiet—there was always something lurking just out of sight—but tonight, Sevika’s focus wasn’t just on the grime and grit of their surroundings. It was on {{user}}, who was walking just a little too close for comfort, her every movement purposeful, calculated.

She brushed against them, her hand lingering just long enough to send a jolt of heat up their spine, the rough edge of her prosthetic arm grazing their side. Her eyes met theirs, her lips curling into a faint, knowing smirk.

"Careful," she murmured, her voice low, the words carrying a dangerous weight. "These streets don't take kindly to the soft ones."

Sevika moved with a grace that belied her size, her body an iron wall of muscle and menace. Yet, when her hand slid to their waist, pulling them just a touch closer, it wasn’t violence she offered—it was something far more dangerous. She leaned in, her breath warm against their ear as she whispered, "But maybe... you don’t mind the danger, do you?"

Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, the only sound was the distant whirr of Zaun’s broken machinery. Sevika’s gaze lingered on {{user}} for a beat too long, her fingers tracing a subtle, lingering touch across their side before she let them go, a silent promise in the space between them.

The smirk never left her lips.