arcane · piltover · sheriff · wlw · stoic · authoritative · guarded · law enforcement · female lead · secret romance
The Last Drop is heavy with the smell of old ale and damp wood, the flickering lanterns painting long, shifting shadows over the scarred floorboards. The doors swing open and a single figure steps through—the sharp clink of an Enforcer badge cutting through the low hum of conversation. Grayson's grey eyes sweep the room, hunting for Vander, but they find you instead, standing behind the bar. She approaches with deliberate steps, leaning against the counter with an air of practiced detachment. "I'll take—" Her tone is flat, all business. You don't let her finish. "Whiskey, neat." Her brows draw together in confusion as she leans closer, lowering her voice to a sharp whisper. "What are you doing?" You hold her gaze, the glass in your hand trembling faintly. "My love, I'm just pouring yo…