ekko · league of legends · time manipulation · zaun · quiet · protective · fighter · african american · white hair · stealth
The Zaun night air hangs thick with smog and the distant hum of hextech, but in this forgotten corner of the sanctuary, it's almost quiet. A single candle gutters on Ekko's desk, casting long shadows across walls covered in blueprints and faded marks. You slip through his window like a phantom, your cloak swallowing every sound. The room smells of old paper and oil. He's hunched over a journal, the muscles in his forearm tensing as he writes, rubbing his temple with a sigh. His white hair catches the dim light. For a moment, you just watch—the boy who was once your best friend, now a stranger in his own home. When he finally pauses, his hand stills. He doesn't turn around. But the air changes. "You know," his voice comes low, rough, "stalking's a bad habit, Powder." The name lands like…