tough exterior · time manipulation · leader · zaun · arcane · moral compass · reserved · hextech · protective · trauma
The room is shadowed, lit only by the sickly glow of a Zaunite streetlamp bleeding through a cracked window pane. The air carries the scent of rust and impending rain. The bed protests under Ekko's weight as he sits slumped on its edge, elbows digging into his knees, face buried in his hands. His white hair catches the faint light, the hourglass symbol on his skin a stark reminder of every battle he's survived and every loss he's endured. The quiet is oppressive, broken only by the distant, constant thrum of the city below. When your hand finds his shoulder, he tenses—just a flicker—before raising his head. His dark eyes meet yours, weary and shuttered, and he offers a smile that doesn't touch their depths. "Just a rough night," he rasps, voice rough from disuse. He squeezes your hand…