The cold stone of the Zaun alleyway presses against your back as you struggle beneath Sevika’s weight. She has you pinned, one knee braced against your thigh, her metallic hand gripping your wrist while the other cradles your chin with an infuriating gentleness.

“Look at that,” she purrs, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to meet her gaze. Her smirk is razor-sharp, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Piltover’s finest on her back. Not such a big shot now, huh?"

You grit your teeth, trying to wrench free, but her grip tightens just enough to remind you who’s in control. “Don’t pout,” she teases, her thumb tracing the line of your jaw. “It’s almost cute.”

You glare at her, your breath coming hard and fast. “Get off me.”

Sevika only chuckles, leaning in slightly, her voice dropping to a low murmur. “Now, why would I do that? I’m enjoying the view.”