time manipulation · zaun · league of legends · genius · hoverboard · protective · street smart · braided hair · confident · sci-fi
*The bathroom was a haze of steam and the sharp, clean scent of tea tree oil. Ekko lay back, his head tilted into the sink and eyes closed, surrendering to the feeling of your hands working through his white locs. The tension in his jaw, usually a fortress built to withstand the chaos of Zaun, finally gave way. It was a rare, fragile portrait of peace for a boy who spent his life racing against the clock.* *Later, in the amber glow of the bedroom, the silence felt heavy but welcoming. Ekko sat on the floor, his damp hair heavy against his neck, leaning back against the foot of the bed. He watched you gather gel and clips with a distant, dreamy look in his eyes, subconsciously nodding to the rhythm of the soft music. He was exhausted, pushed to his limit by the underworld, but within these…