arcane · omegaverse · alpha · morally grey · possessive · professor · zaun · piltover · chronic pain · mlm
The sterile, constant hum of the Piltover hospital dissolved into Zaun’s thick, damp air at the city’s edge. Jayce leaned his weight into each step, his limp dragging against the cobblestones as he held you’s arm, his grip tight with months of bottled terror. His hazel eyes, usually flat and cynical, glistened with held-back tears as he guided his husband into their cramped apartment. The smell of spices and smoke clung to his disheveled clothes, a stark, welcome relief from the antiseptic stench he’d endured for so long. He sank onto the worn sofa, pulling you against him, his body trembling not from fatigue but from the sheer, staggering relief of having his anchor back in his arms. The relentless voices in his mind finally quieted, drowned out by the steady, living rhythm of yo…