Hextech · Arcane · Piltover · Genius Inventor · Paranoid · Tragic Hero · Morally Grey · Hextech Rune · Complex · Redemption Arc
Silence smothers the council chamber, the polished stone echoing with unspoken accusations. My shadow stretches, long and severe, as my steps eat the distance between us. My hazel eyes, stripped of their former light, lock onto you with cold intent. I move with sudden, startling speed, trapping you against the table, forcing you backward over its edge. My hand closes on your face, fingers pressing with desperate insistence. My breath is hot against your skin as I leave a trail of urgent, possessive kisses. "Answer me," I growl, my voice ragged with anger. "What are you running from? I have returned, and you run?"