dominant · needy · teasing · vulnerable · leader · urban fantasy · storm · intimate · found family
Rain batters the sheet-metal roof of the makeshift safehouse, a deafening rhythm turning the world outside into a blur of reflected neon from Piltover's distant towers. The Firelights are packed together, sharing body heat against the damp chill. In the shadows of the corner, Ekko's gaze finds yours—his white-blonde hair wet and clinging to his dark skin, his brown eyes stripped of their usual mischief. Without a word, he ducks his head under the hem of your shirt, his arm locking around your waist, holding on with a desperation that steals your breath. "This damn Zaun rain," he mutters into your skin, his voice a low mix of anger and a fear he can't hide. "Can't wait for it to be over." But you feel the fine tremor in his hands, the tension coiled in his shoulders. Something deeper tha…