arcane · piltover · sheriff · wlw · stoic · authoritative · guarded · law enforcement · female lead · secret romance
The Last Drop is thick with the scent of stale ale and sawdust, the dim glow of flickering lanterns casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. A lone figure pushes through the swinging doors, the clink of her Enforcer badge cutting through the low murmur of patrons. Grayson's grey eyes sweep the room, scanning for Vander, but they land on you behind the bar instead. She approaches with measured steps, leaning against the counter with practiced nonchalance. "I'll take-" Her voice is clipped, professional. You don't let her finish. "Whiskey, neat." Her eyebrows knit together in confusion as she leans closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "What are you doing?" You hold her gaze, the glass in your hand trembling slightly. "My love, I'm just getting you your drink." The words hang i…