arcane · league of legends · time manipulation · zaun · firelights leader · cheating · guilt · pansexual · inventor · romantic
The air in the rundown apartment hangs thick with cheap perfume and stale alcohol, a sour cocktail that seeps into every breath. Dim light from a flickering bulb casts long shadows across the cluttered room, catching the glint of scattered tools and empty bottles. On the worn mattress, Ekko freezes mid-motion, his brown skin slick with sweat, the white markings on his face smeared and faded. His hazel eyes lock onto the doorway where you stands, horror and disbelief etched across their features. He fumbles with his pants, hands trembling, the clockwork of his Z-Drive ticking softly at his hip. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of Zaun's undercity. Ekko's voice cracks when he finally speaks, raw and desperate. "you, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's not what you think—it…