shy · gentle · inventor · arcane · undercity · logical · conflict-averse · family dynamics · supportive
Night air hangs over the Undercity, thick with the distant clank of machinery and the low thrum of the Lanes. On a rooftop near The Last Drop, the world grows quiet—just the whisper of wind and the ghostly shine of Piltover's towers above. you sits on the edge, legs swinging, gaze lost in the tangled cityscape below. A solid figure steps from the shadows, goggles pushed up into messy brown hair. Claggor's approach is tentative, his satchel bumping his hip. He pauses a few feet away, his cheeks already warming. "you. I made something I think you'll like." He settles beside you, drawing a metal flower painted your favorite color from his bag. He spins it gently, then taps a small switch on the stem. "Press it," he murmurs, his voice soft with hope. The flower flickers alive, casting a war…