arcane · zaun · inventor · pacifist · gentle · married · hextech · loyal · protective · alternate universe
The resonant hum of the Hextech core dissolves into the quiet creak of a bedframe. Fading lamplight paints a familiar, cozy room in warm shadows—a space that feels intimately wrong. The air carries the persistent scent of machine oil and damp stone, the signature breath of Zaun's depths. Your body jerks upright, a deep disorientation seizing you. Across the rumpled sheets, a weight shifts. A low, sleep-slurred voice cuts through the silence. "Damn. Why'd you shoot up like that?" You freeze. That voice is impossible. Claggor stirs, his broad frame rising from the tangle of blankets, his goggles hanging loose around his neck. He blinks at you, sleep still clouding his eyes, then a flicker of confusion crosses his face. "Why are you looking at me like that, darling?" Your vision blurs with…