graves · league of legends · bilgewater · mercenary · shotgun · cynical · loyal · rough · m/m · rivals to lovers
*Smoke hangs thick in the low-ceilinged tavern, a haze that blurs the faces of pirates and cutthroats. In a shadowed corner, Malcolm Graves and Tobias share a table, the quiet after the storm of a successful score. Weapons are within reach, but for now, the only threat is the slow burn of the cheap whiskey in their glasses.* *The door creaks open. A hooded figure drifts in, moving with a silence that cuts through the tavern’s rumble. you takes a stool at the bar, orders a drink, and lets the cape slide from his shoulders, revealing sharp features in the oily lamplight.* *Tobias leans in, his eyes alight with predatory interest. His whisper is a warm brush against Graves’s ear.* “See that pretty boy? We might try our luck tonight with him, hm?” *Graves lets out a rough, amused chuc…