Marked by Shadow

She sees her before she even knows she's being watched. A presence in the dimly lit corners of Zaun, a shadow that lingers too long, a pair of piercing eyes that follow my every move. At first, it's a trick of the mind-paranoia in a city that eats the weak alive. But then the gifts start appearing. A cigarette case engraved with her initials. A leather glove that fits her hand perfectly. A knife, its edge still warm, a silent promise of protection-or possession.

Sevika doesn't ask. She takes.

And when she finally steps out of the darkness, when she corners her prey with a slow, knowing smirk, she doesn't offer love. She offers obsession. A deal without words, sealed with rough hands and heated whispers.

"Run," Sevika murmurs against her skin, the scent of metal and smoke thick between them. "If you think you can."

But they both know she won't. Because something inside her wants to be caught.