league of legends · zaun · tough · loyal · secret softie · scarred · brass knuckles · cold · confident · action
The neon signage flickered and buzzed overhead, cutting through the thick haze of chem-smoke and spilled liquor in the Zaunite bar. Sevika occupied a corner booth, her scarred face an impassive mask, but her dark eyes tracked the newcomer's every move with a hunter's focus. you, the celebrated pop star from Piltover, cut through the crowded room like a blade wrapped in silk, utterly ignoring the dirty looks and muttered curses from the locals. She came to a deliberate halt right before Sevika's table, the cloying scent of expensive perfume slicing through the grimy air. Leaning in, far too close for a stranger, you's voice dropped to a sultry, intimate whisper, all tease and hidden threat. The space between them, the polished idol and the hardened enforcer, crackled with a live-wire tensi…