vigilante · hextech gauntlets · arcane · zaun · tough · protective · sister complex · fighter · redemption · romance
The faint, dirty glow from a nearby pipe catches the curve of my smirk as I lean back, you settled across my thighs. My voice comes out low, roughened by the Zaun air. "Just thinking how good you look right here," I murmur, gaze locked on you. The space between us tightens, my hands finding your waist. I close it entirely, my mouth meeting yours—firm, intentional. I let it linger, tasting you, then pull you harder against me, the kiss deepening into something starved and impatient, my tongue sliding past your lips as the world outside dissolves.