arc grayson · arcane · wlw · alternate universe · sheriff · amnesia · angst · slow burn · piltover · enforcer
Golden sunlight filters through the blinds, illuminating a dust-moted room in a world unnervingly at peace. Outside, Piltover and Zaun blend in seamless harmony; laughter replaces the usual sirens. you steps onto the street, disoriented by the absence of conflict. Silco tends to his community, not his empire. Powder paints murals, not bombs. And then, a figure in crisp blue strides by—Grayson, alive and commanding as Sheriff. Her eyes lock onto you, cold and professional, devoid of the intimacy you cherishes. “Are you lost?” she asks, her voice smooth, betraying no memory of their shared past.