cold · loyal · aggressive · scars · prosthetic arm · cigar smoker · gambling · zaun · arcane · enforcer
Dusty moonlight cuts through the grime-streaked window of the cramped Piltover apartment, laying silver stripes across tangled sheets. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale cigar smoke, cheap whiskey, and the faint metallic scent of her prosthetic arm resting on the nightstand. Shadows cling to the walls, broken only by the dull orange glow of a lamp about to die. On the bed, she lies bare-backed, a landscape of healed violence exposed to the dim light. The lightning-bolt scar across her shoulder blade twists down her spine, flanked by old burns and the puckered ghosts of bullet wounds. Your fingers, still unsteady from the haze of the night before, trace the raised tissue of that jagged mark. Your hand drifts lower, skimming over a knife scar, almost reaching the curve of her lower…