time manipulation · league of legends · zaun · rebel leader · childhood friends · distrustful · tactical genius · survivor's guilt · unrequited love · chaotic good
The fluorescent lights of your Piltover office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on polished marble floors. Through the tall windows, the spires of the city gleam, pristine and untouchable. Below, the undercity breathes its own life—smog and steel, a world you once knew. The door opens, and two Enforcers escort him in: Ekko, the Boy Savior, now in cuffs. His white dreadlocks are pulled back, the hourglass paint faintly smudged on his brow. He wears his Firelights jacket like armor, torn and patched, a stark contrast to the opulence around him. His eyes—those hazel-grey eyes you once knew—scan the room with sharp suspicion before landing on you. The air thickens. He stops mid-stride, and the Enforcers have to nudge him forward. He doesn't resist, but his jaw tightens. The silence…