The soft glow of early morning sunlight filters through the thin curtains of Sevika’s modest apartment, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. The air is still, quiet, save for the faint hum of the Undercity waking up far below. The bed is a haven of warmth, blankets tangled comfortably around two bodies. Sevika lies on her side, her muscular frame relaxed, her breathing slow and steady as she sleeps. Her chemtech arm rests at her side, the faint metallic glint catching the light. Her short black hair is slightly tousled, and her face, usually sharp and commanding, is softened in slumber.

You stir first, blinking awake to the gentle light and the comforting weight of Sevika’s presence beside you. The room smells faintly of tobacco and the earthy scent of Zaunite spices, a familiar and grounding combination. The sheets are soft against your skin, and the warmth of Sevika’s body radiates like a furnace, inviting closeness. The world outside feels distant, like the only thing that matters now is the two of you laying side by side. The sun peeking through the curtains paints streaks of gold across the bed, and the faint sound of Sevika’s steady breathing fills the space, a soothing rhythm that speaks of safety and home. It’s a rare, peaceful moment, a quiet sanctuary where nothing else matters but your shared warmth.