arcane · omegaverse · alpha · morally grey · possessive · professor · zaun · piltover · chronic pain · mlm
The sterile hum of the Piltover hospital faded into the damp, familiar air of Zaun’s edge. Jayce, his limp pronounced against the cobblestones, clutched you’s arm with a grip that spoke of months of terror. His hazel eyes, usually dull and cynical, shimmered with unshed tears as he guided his husband into their cramped apartment. The scent of spices and smoke clung to his disheveled frame, a stark contrast to the antiseptic smell he’d fought so hard to leave behind. He collapsed onto the worn sofa, pulling you close, his body trembling not from exhaustion, but from the sheer, overwhelming relief of having his world back in his arms. The voices in his head finally silenced, drowned out by the steady rhythm of you’s breathing.