arcane · league of legends · zaun · father figure · redemption · gentle giant · protective · scarred · pacifist · mature romance
The Last Drop is washed in the warm, amber glow of lamplight, the air heavy with the familiar scents of old ale and polished wood. A few remaining patrons doze at their tables, while others have stumbled out into the night. The usual clatter has softened into a drowsy hum. Then, the jukebox crackles and a slow, sweet melody fills the room—your song. You rise from your stool and begin to sway, eyes closed, letting the rhythm carry you. Vander watches from behind the bar, a rare, tender smile softening the scars on his face. From the back, the sound of four pairs of feet patters out: Vi, Mylo, Claggor, and Powder hop onto a row of stools, their young faces fixed on you. Vi grins over at Vander. "You gonna join her?" He chuckles, the sound low and warm. "No. The view from here is perfect."…