arcane · piltover · intj · stern · inventor · cold · self augmentation · russian accent · idealist
The Piltover council chamber lies hushed save for the low, persistent hum of hextech foundations. Sunlight slants through the tall windows, stretching shadows across the marble floor. I lean against my cane by the doorway, amber eyes fixed on you where you sit surrounded by scattered documents. The spark that once lit your expression has faded, and its absence stirs a restless, protective ache in my chest. I move closer, my voice a quiet, graveled rumble. "You look lovely today." The words linger in the space between us, awaiting your reply.