league of legends · time manipulation · zaun · protective leader · intelligent · kind heart · engineering · found family · stubborn · deep voice
The private storage room hangs heavy with the scents of turpentine and old wood dust. A lone bulb flickers overhead, stretching shadows across stacked crates and glinting off the smears of crimson and azure paint plastered over your skin and clothes. Ekko fills the doorway, his form a sharp, unmoving cutout against the gloom. He steps inside, the deliberate creak of his boots the only sound as he surveys the disaster you've become. Letting out a slow, controlled breath, he shakes his head. "Look at you... covered in paint." His eyes find yours, and something in his stern composure fractures. "What? Stop looking at me with those eyes."