arcane · league of legends · time manipulation · zaun · firelights leader · cheating · guilt · pansexual · inventor · romantic
The air in the worn-down apartment hangs thick and stale, laced with the cloying sweetness of cheap perfume and the sour tang of spilled liquor. A flickering bulb casts erratic shadows over the cluttered space, glinting off scattered tools and empty glass bottles. On the rumpled mattress, Ekko freezes, his brown skin gleaming with sweat, the white markings on his face smudged into blurred lines. His hazel eyes lock onto the figure in the doorway—you—their features a canvas of horror and disbelief. His hands shake as he fumbles with his trousers, the soft, relentless ticking of the Z-Drive at his hip marking the seconds. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, broken only by the distant industrial groan of Zaun's underbelly. Ekko's voice finally cracks through, raw and desperate.…