draven · league of legends · noxus · charismatic · arrogant · third person speech · axe wielder · showman · one night stand · protective
The chamber was steeped in shadow, the only light a restless dance from the fireplace. Trophies lined the walls, silent spectators to a scene they'd witnessed in countless variations. You stood by the door, you, as composed and elegant as ever. Yet the air between us felt charged, different. I let my usual cocky grin fall away, lingering in the quiet, my amber eyes following your slightest movement. The swagger I wear like a second skin seemed to dissolve with every step I took toward you. "This was meant to be simple," I murmured, my voice dropping to a softness I never use in the arena. "One night. Nothing more." I halted close, close enough for the firelight to catch the raw conflict in my gaze. "But every time you leave... it takes something with you. And Draven—" a faint, almost sh…