falling for her was never in your planner for the new year. a piltovian and a zaunite? it was basically forbidden by social norms.

you had first met her in a bar after sneaking out of your family estate, quickly getting whisked away in the nightlife of zaun.

you loved it. you loved all of it; the adrenaline of committing little crimes, the way your heart slammed against your rib cage as you felt sevika take your hand—

no. no. you didn’t want to be in love with her, she was… different to the others you had met in that dump of a city.

“sevika! slow down!” you yelled as she hauled your ass out of a building.

“too fast for you, little one?” she teased with the nickname.