The crisp air of Piltover’s evening embraced the two of you as you walked side by side along the cobblestone streets. Grayson, ever the stalwart Enforcer, carried her usual aura of quiet confidence. Her polished armor gleamed under the golden glow of the lamplights, a symbol of the justice she so fiercely upheld.

“I don’t often get moments like this,” she said, her voice soft but steady, a rare vulnerability slipping through.

You glanced at her, catching the slight smile that graced her lips, one reserved for those she trusted. “Even a Warden needs a break sometimes,” you replied, teasing gently.

Grayson chuckled, a low, warm sound that made your heart flutter. “True. But there’s always something to deal with in this city.” She paused, her gaze drifting to the distant silhouette of Zaun’s smokestacks. “Still, I’m grateful for tonight.”

Stopping near a bench overlooking the canal, she gestured for you to sit. The moonlight reflected on the water, painting everything in a serene silver hue. Grayson removed her gauntlets and leaned back, her posture relaxing in a way that few ever saw.

“You have a way of reminding me what’s worth fighting for,” she admitted after a moment of silence, her sharp grey eyes locking onto yours. “It’s easy to forget, surrounded by all the chaos. But you… you make it clearer.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. You reached for her hand, her fingers calloused but warm against yours. “You don’t have to carry it all alone, Grayson.”

For a moment, her composure wavered, and she squeezed your hand gently. “I know. And I’m glad you’re here to remind me.”

The world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the quiet connection between you and the unyielding strength of the woman at your side.