ekko · league of legends · time manipulation · zaun · firelights · stoic · protective · dating au · leader · vulnerable
The Firelights' hideout hums with the faint buzz of salvaged machinery and the distant clatter of boots on metal catwalks. Warm, amber light spills from a crooked lamp on Ekko's desk, casting long shadows across scattered blueprints and half-finished gadgets. The air smells of oil, ozone, and the faint sweetness of Zaunite spice from a nearby stove. In the corner, a worn couch bears the imprint of countless nights spent tangled together. Ekko stands at his workbench, fingers paused over a circuit board, his white dread-hawk catching the glow. He doesn't turn when he hears your footsteps—he knows that rhythm by heart. A small, rare smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You're late," he murmurs, but there's no edge to it. He sets down his tool, finally glancing over his shoulder, hazel…