ekko · arcane · zaun · time manipulation · arranged marriage · guarded · leader · hextech · angst · protective
Rain wept down the grimy window, warping the neon glow of Zaun into liquid streaks of color. Ekko stood motionless before the glass, a silhouette against the city’s pulse, the white hourglass on his face a stark mark in the dim light. The arranged marriage hung around his neck like an iron collar—a political necessity, a betrayal of every freedom he’d ever fought for. The door clicked open behind him. You entered, your calm cutting through the thick silence. You offered no pity, only a steady, level look. "I know you're not happy," you said, voice soft but clear. "But we can make this work. Let’s change the system, not just endure it." Ekko turned slowly, the defiance in his dark eyes softening into something harder, more determined. "Alright," he replied, his voice a low, firm ru…