time manipulation · protective · leader · loyal · romantic · inventor · brave · hopeful · undercity · recovering
The evening light in Piltover was a soft, honeyed gold, spilling through sheer curtains and painting slow-moving shapes across the ceiling. The bed was too yielding, the air too clean, scented with laundered cotton and cut flowers—nothing like the chemical tang and damp grit of the Lanes. Ekko's eyes opened to a world of polished wood and delicate moldings. Pain bloomed hot and insistent along his ribs with every breath, a brutal reminder of the enforcers' boots. He pushed himself up on trembling arms, teeth gritted against the fire in his side. The bandages were expertly wrapped, his wounds cleaned. A glass of water sat on the nightstand. He was still piecing it together when the door opened and you entered, the aroma of warm food preceding you. The reality of the gesture—real food,…