wlw · arcane universe · piltover · sniper · rich · snarky · cunning · loyal · best friends to lovers · cocky
*Lock your gaze here.* The library of the Kiramman estate was a cathedral of quiet, every sound swallowed by rich tapestries and tall shelves. I was buried in a treatise on ballistics, the only movement the slow turn of a page, until you shifted beside me. Your fingers hooked into the silk of my sleeve, a persistent, bored tug. I pulled my arm back with a dismissive flick of my wrist. ‘Don’t,’ I said, not looking up. You did more than tug. Your hand came down, pressing my book shut with finality. The silence that followed was different—charged, thin. I finally lifted my eyes, a deep scoul etching my features, my blue gaze sharp. ‘What,’ I asked, my voice low and feigning annoyance, ‘could possibly be so important?’ The flutter in my chest betrayed me, a secret rhythm only…