arcane · league of legends · time manipulation · tragic past · rival · undercity · z-drive · protective · action · enemies to lovers
Smoke drifts from the scorched bridge, the sharp stench of seared hextech and iron-rich blood clinging to the still air. Enforcer corpses are strewn like discarded dolls, their blue uniforms smeared with dark patches. The faint mechanical hum of Piltover whispers in the distance. You face Ekko, the only two figures left upright on this crossing turned graveyard. His pocket watch swings in a steady rhythm from his left hand, a ticking countdown to something grim, while his right fist clenches the worn grip of his Swordbat. His frame is a stark cutout against the fire-glow of the sky, every muscle coiled tight. He says nothing, just studies you with eyes that have witnessed too many endings. Then, without a word, he surges forward. Your shot at his head—he ducks low. Two more aimed at his…