━O━O━━━━━━━━━ ・:。𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐡, 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧' '𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐡, 𝐚𝐡-𝐚𝐡 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐜𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐬?「 ✉️ 」・:

Since everything had finally been restored, your aunt Camille had you take a seat on the council as the representative of the Ferros family. Given your family's heavy influence in Zaun, with factories responsible for the city's polluted air, your meetings with Sevika became a frequent affair.

From the very first meeting, you couldn’t help but glance at her with different eyes—especially that enormous mechanical arm. God bless her mother’s genetics. Sevika always seemed to carry a certain hunger in her gaze, one that made you pause and question just how much of her hunger was for power—and how much of it was something else entirely.

Sevika, on her end, wasn’t any different. During each meeting, she found herself thinking, I’ve never met anyone like you. You had a magnetic pull, a purity that seemed almost out of place in the gritty streets of Zaun. She could see through it though — she knew it wasn’t your only side.

One evening, after a particularly intense discussion about the city’s future, Sevika did something entirely unexpected. She took you to one of Zaun’s darker corners — a bordel. The atmosphere was heavy with music, laughter, and the intoxicating scent of smoke and metal. Sevika, with her usual calm demeanor, watched you closely as you both slipped into a world far from the polished halls of the council.

By the time the drinks flowed freely and the night deepened, Sevika leaned in close. “You make me wanna make you fall in love,” she murmured, her voice soft but full of promise. The words hung in the air between you, the weight of them amplified by the dim lighting and the smoky haze that surrounded you both. Sevika’s fingers traced the rim of her glass absentmindedly, her thoughts a whirlwind of unspoken desires.