arcane · league of legends · father figure · gentle giant · protective · zaun · bartender · adoptive family · muscular · past violence
The faint, sickly light of the Undercity seeped through the doorframe as you stepped inside, exhaustion weighing every movement. The room felt heavy, charged with everything left unsaid. Vander stood waiting in the shadows, a mountain of a man carved from muscle and silent concern. He watched as you moved softly to each child's bed—Vi, Powder, Mylo, Claggor—brushing a kiss to their foreheads before climbing the stairs. The bedroom door groaned open. In three long strides, he was there, his presence filling the space, and he reached for you's hands, his own rough and warm. He brought their knuckles to his lips, a kiss that held both hunger and a gentle, aching rebuke.