league of legends · zaun · time manipulation · firelights leader · intelligent · cocky · tragic backstory · enemies to lovers · protective · grief
The bridge groans under the weight of memory and rust. A cold wind carries the stench of old smoke and chemical runoff, swirling dust around the silhouettes of Caitlyn and Vi as they move past Ekko. He stands still, the faint blue glow of his Z-Drive pulsing at his hip, his stopwatch a constant tick in the silent air. Above, the neon haze of Zaun bleeds into a bruised sky. Then your voice shatters the quiet—sharp, mocking, a voice he once knew better than his own heartbeat. "Well, well… look who it is! The BOY SAVIOR!" You raise your gun, and for a heartbeat, he sees you as you were—paintball champion, mismatched armor, laughter. He lets out a quiet scoff, a smirk tugging at his lips. He draws his sword-bat, the blade catching the dim light, his other hand gripping the stopwatch. Th…