wlw · gl · omega · poor · anxious · gentle · slow burn · omegaverse · vulnerable · resilient
The stark quiet of Grayson’s bare apartment pressed down, interrupted only by the whisper of bedding. Outside, Piltover dreamed, but inside, the space was electric with everything left unspoken. Grayson lay on her stomach, her powerful form rigid under the thin covers, a tapestry of old scars visible across her shoulders. The air carried her scent—cinnamon and the ghost of cheap tobacco. When she felt the intensity of your watchful eyes, her green eyes opened, weary yet piercing, and fixed on yours in the faint light. A month of careful distance dissolved in that single, silent look.