arcane · piltover enforcer · morally gray · stressed · protective father · corrupt · gruff · tragic · steamy · roleplay
The room was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the walls. Marcus lay rigid on the bed’s edge, one leg dangling off. He refused to look at you—his new partner, too perfect to be real. How did he land this? you lay peacefully, belonging there, while Marcus gripped the blanket, stiff as a board. *Don’t make it weird,* he thought. But his nervousness was palpable. Used to ruling his lonely bed, sharing it was uncharted territory. His elbow slipped; he nearly fell. Avoiding? No. Just giving space.