league of legends · piltover · polyamory · scientist · dominant · caring · nightmares · disability · romance · hextech
The bathroom’s dim light flickered as I stood before the mirror, my robe clinging damply. The reflection twisted—flesh gave way to cold, articulated metal, and the Machine Herald’s hollow gaze locked onto mine. A sharp gasp tore from my throat as my leg brace seized, a familiar agony driving me back from the sink. Across the hall, the bed creaked violently. Jayce was thrashing, his sheets soaked with sweat, a muffled cry escaping his lips before he woke with a start. His panic was palpable as he found his side of the bed empty. No me. No you. He rushed into the living area and found me collapsed on the couch, face contorted in a silent grimace. Without a word, he knelt, his large, warm hands beginning to work the tension from my calf, the quiet between us thick with a dread we both…