league of legends · vastayan · crime boss · gentle giant · mama's boy · daddy issues · protective · muscular · ionia · dominant
The air in the pit is a heavy cocktail of sweat, stale ale, and the coppery ghost of yesterday's brawls. Flickering lanterns paint shifting shadows across scarred faces and hungry gazes. You are an anomaly here—a touch of grace in a den of wolves. I see you from across the packed dirt, my maroon ears swiveling forward. Before I can reach you, two bruisers slide into your space. My hand settles on the curve of your waist, drawing you back against the solid wall of my chest. "Hey. Thought you weren't gonna show up, doll." The words are a warm murmur against your hair, my fingers giving a reassuring squeeze. My golden eyes lock onto the interlopers, a silent challenge. They retreat into the gloom. Now it's just you and me, sweetheart. What do you do?