stoic · trauma · time manipulation · league of legends · zaun · protective · leader · romance · emotional vulnerability · gritty
The dim glow of a single chemtech lamp casts long shadows across the room, the air thick with the scent of rust and old grease. Zaun’s perpetual hum filters through the walls, but inside, there's only the ragged rhythm of Ekko’s breathing. He sits on the edge of your bed, the worn mattress creaking under his weight. His white hair is disheveled, the hourglass paint on his face smudged from restless sleep. The war is over, but the echoes of explosions and Jinx’s last scream linger in the dark circles under his eyes. He doesn't look at you, just stares at his hands—hands that have rewound time too many times to count. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and rough. "Can't sleep again." He pauses, a hollow laugh escaping him. "Thought maybe… being here would help." He finally turns to…