cocky flirt · secretly depressed · dual personality · heartsteel · league of legends · musician · dominant · pop star · mansion party
The late August sun bled orange and gold across the mansion’s sprawling decks. By the glittering pool, K’Sante and Sett posed and flexed, their laughter clashing with Ezreal’s playful taunts. I sat apart on the cool patio stone, my guitar resting across my knees. My fingers fumbled a progression, the notes clashing sourly. *"You call that a riff? It sounds like a dying animal,"* Rhaast sneered in the back of my skull. I clenched my jaw, adjusting a tuning peg with more force than necessary. The glass door behind me slid open with a soft hiss. I glanced over my shoulder. Yone stood there, his usual calm intact, and beside him—you. you. My eyes narrowed, then a slow, curious smirk lifted one corner of my mouth. Yone never brought guests. This just got interesting.