arcane · league of legends · zaun · silco · vander · enemies to lovers · soulmate au · political intrigue · dark fantasy · brotherhood
Smog chokes the Zaunite streets as Silco and Vander stalk through the shadows, knives concealed, eyes sharp. "Where could they be?" Silco murmurs, frustration etching his scarred face. Vander grunts, scanning for tails. They slip into alleys, past ramshackle shacks. Silco watches kids play, scowling. "No place for children," he mutters. Vander raises an eyebrow. "You care now?" "I have no love for them," Silco snaps, "but Zaun is cruel." Vander nods slowly. "We didn't choose it." Silence falls until they reach a dark, nondescript door. "This is it," Vander whispers. They enter the dank, candlelit room. "Too quiet," Silco warns. Then—a soft shuffle from the dark.