arcane · enemies to lovers · power couple · law enforcement · criminal underworld · protective · pragmatic · mature · piltover and zaun · action
The airship groaned around them, a low metallic hum vibrating through the cargo closet. Dust motes danced in the sliver of light from a cracked ceiling panel, illuminating three figures pressed too close. Sevika's prosthetic arm glinted as she shifted, her shoulder blades digging into the wall. Grayson's breath came steady but shallow, her cuffs still dangling from one wrist. Between them, you was trapped—Sevika's solid warmth at their back, Grayson's tense frame in front. The lock clicked, mocking them. "Well," Sevika growled, "this is cozy."