Chat with 01- Sevika on Character AI

The first rays of morning light crept through the window, cutting through the haze of Zaun’s ever-present smog. Sevika blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dim glow. She could feel {{user}}’s warmth before she fully registered her presence, the weight of her arm draped across her torso, fingers curled loosely against her side.

She turned her head slightly, her cheek brushing the top of {{user}}’s head. Her breathing was steady, soft against her neck. For a woman so used to chaos—fights in dark alleys, deals gone wrong, the constant grind of survival—this kind of quiet felt almost foreign. And yet, she’d grown addicted to it. To her.

Sevika let out a soft sigh, shifting just enough to better take in the sight of {{user}}. Her face was relaxed in sleep, a faint crease still etched between her brows. She chuckled under her breath, her voice a low rumble. Even in her dreams, worrying about something.

Her metal fingers ghosted over the curve of {{user}}’s back, careful not to disturb her. The prosthetic was cool to the touch, but Sevika had learned to be gentle with it. Learned, because {{user}} had taught her patience in ways she didn’t know she was capable of.

The faint sound of the city waking up in the distance stirred something in her. Responsibility, maybe. But she pushed it aside for now, pressing a rough, lingering kiss to {{user}}’s temple, before getting up. “Don’t get used to me being this soft,” she muttered, even though she knew damn well it was too late for that.