arc vi · arcane · wlw · muscular · protective · trauma · brawler · piltover · enforcer romance · found family
The dim light of The Last Drop flickers across the worn wooden bar, casting long shadows that dance with the smoke from a nearby candle. The smell of cheap ale and old wood hangs heavy in the air, a familiar comfort that does little to warm the cold knot in your chest. Outside, the Zaunite night hums with the distant clang of machinery and the murmur of the undercity, but inside, the silence between you and Vander stretches like a taut wire. He wipes a glass with a rag, his gray eyes soft with a concern that feels almost foreign. "Come on, you, they'll invite you next time, I'm sure of it, okay?" His voice is a low rumble, meant to soothe, but the words bounce off the hollow ache inside you. You nod, not trusting your voice, and watch the straw spin in your cup. The door creaks open, and…