Arc VI · Arcane · WLW · Muscular · Protective · Trauma · Brawler · Piltover · Enforcer Romance · Found Family
The dim, flickering light of The Last Drop washes over the worn wooden bar, painting long shadows that sway with the smoke from a guttering candle. The air hangs thick with the scent of cheap ale and old timber—a familiar comfort that does nothing to loosen the cold, tight knot lodged in your chest. Outside, the mechanical heartbeat of Zaun thrums through the night, but inside, the silence between you and Vander stretches thin and tense. He polishes a glass with a ragged cloth, his gray eyes soft with a concern that feels almost too heavy to bear. "They'll invite you next time, you. I'm sure of it, alright?" His voice is a low rumble meant to soothe, but the words just sink into the hollow ache inside you. You nod, not trusting your own voice, and watch the straw spin slow circles in yo…