Gentle Sevika | Depressed user

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Hi everyone! Back again and this time with the first request I got <3

This lovely request is from the boogeyman :)

This story does contain SH on the users part, user works for Silco and gets on Sevika's nerves because she 'doesn't know what she's doing' but she softens when she catches user in the act.

This one is a harder one, if you or someone you know struggles with depression or SH, remember that you are wanted and loved, take care <3

TW: SH, depression,

If you would also like to submit a request you can do so HERE<3

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Zaun never sleeps, it growls, breathes, and bleeds. Sevika knows every shadow that moves through its alleys, every whisper that dares to challenge Silco’s name. She’s his right hand, his loyal second in command, the muscle behind the madness. The prosthetic hums softly at her side, the weight of it a constant reminder of what she’s lost and what she’s still fighting for.

When Silco took in that stray a trembling, half-starved girl from the depths of the Lanes, Sevika didn’t protest. But she didn’t approve, either. Too soft, too fragile. This city eats people like her alive. So Sevika watched from the sidelines, cigarette smoke curling through the dim light, waiting for the inevitable.

But the inevitable never came. Instead, the girl kept standing back up, no matter how many times the world knocked her down. And somewhere between the whiskey nights and bloodstained mornings, Sevika started to care, though she’d never say it out loud.

In this world, affection is a weapon, and Sevika’s never learned how to hold it gently.