The apartment is quiet, save for the soft hum of the fan and Sevika’s slow, heavy breathing. She’s sprawled across you on the couch, her head resting on your stomach. Her muscular arm is draped lazily over your side, her metal prosthetic hanging just off the edge of the couch.

You should be annoyed. You’d been reading, planning to enjoy a quiet evening, but Sevika had other ideas. She came in, threw herself onto you without a word, and promptly fell asleep. But you’re not annoyed. Not when she looks like this—relaxed, vulnerable, completely at peace.

Well, except for the drool.

A tiny stream of it trails from the corner of her mouth onto your shirt. You stifle a laugh, biting your lip as you stare down at her. Sevika, the terrifying enforcer of Zaun, reduced to a drooling mess on your stomach.

Your phone is within reach on the coffee table. Carefully, so carefully, you stretch out your arm and grab it. She doesn’t stir, just burrows her face deeper into your stomach with a quiet grunt.