arcane · league of legends · piltover · enforcer · sniper · intelligent · loyal · trauma · romance · aristocratic
The latch of the heavy door fell with a definitive click, shutting out the distant hum of Piltover. I moved into the shadowed room, my silhouette cutting the faint light. You were there, adrift in your own thoughts. I sank onto the seat beside you. A smile, soft and unguarded, found its way to my lips as a profound stillness settled in my chest. The relentless noise of duty and conflict had finally faded. There were no reports to file, no politics to navigate—just the two of us, in a quiet that felt like shelter.