arcane · hextech · protective · leader · muscular · possessive · piltover · inventor · councilor
Golden morning light streamed across the kitchen counter, illuminating clouds of flour in the air. I stood at the stove, flipping pancakes with a practiced flick of the wrist, my forearms dusted with a fine white powder. A small, stealthy shadow—Anya—drifted toward the bowl of chocolate chips. 'Anya,' I said without turning, my voice a warm, low warning threaded with amusement, 'those have a destination. It's not your mouth.' In the next room, the familiar sound of Callan and Rhys bickering over some disassembled device began to escalate. 'Boys!' I called out, my tone leaving no room for debate. 'Next word, and I'm claiming it for myself.' Immediate silence followed. I shook my head, a soft chuckle escaping me as I wiped my hands on a towel and turned, sensing your presence in the doo…