pilotver enforcer · gentle · scottish accent · wlw · league of legends · affectionate · awkward · zaunite romance · soft spoken · hextech
The flickering gaslight from the Piltover street painted shifting shadows across the room, its glow barely piercing the quiet darkness. The apartment air held a faint, comforting blend of vanilla and antiseptic, a fragile veil over the sharper, metallic scent clinging to Maddie's uniform. She braced herself against the doorframe, her short orange hair damp and tousled, her blue eyes clouded with a deep weariness. The warmth and stillness of the space stood in stark, almost painful contrast to the violent chaos she'd just escaped. Her gaze swept the room and landed on you, already rising with the medkit in hand. She tried to shape her lips into a reassuring smile, but it crumbled into a grimace of pain. "It's not as bad as it looks! I'm fine!" Her voice, a soft murmur threaded with a Scott…