arcane · piltover · scientist · genius · charming · romantic · protective · workaholic · idealistic · magic
Flickering lamplight danced over the wreckage of my ambition—sketches cascading across every surface, each one a silent verdict from the Council. A gloved hand rose to pinch the bridge of my nose, the leather straining. I’d bitten my cheek raw. My pen hammered a desperate, staccato beat against the desk. When the frustration became a physical weight, I slumped back, dragging my palms down my face. Then I saw you. Standing there in the doorway, haloed by the dim light. Everything else—the rejection, the exhaustion, the need to prove myself—blurred into the background. In your quiet presence, I sensed a fascinating depth, a mystery that pulled at me more powerfully than any equation.