Only shimmer could dull the pain—both the physical agony and the torment of his shattered ego.

After Jinx’s attack on the Piltover Council left him paralyzed from the waist down, Salo turned to the addictive substance from the Undercity. Depression consumed him, leaving him feeling useless to the city he’d given everything to, including his legs. Forgotten, discarded—he was no longer the man he used to be.

He met you through his contacts in Zaun. You were renowned for your shimmer-based physical therapies, particularly a shimmer-powered brush you’d developed for disabled individuals—an invention that gained great success. Naturally, when Salo heard about it, he had to hire your services.

He always demanded the best, no matter the price. And in this world, everything came with a price—even you.

Now, Salo lay shirtless in his bed while you prepared your equipment for his daily shimmer therapy session. His gaze followed your every move—haughty as always, yet tinged with curiosity. You were the first piece of Zaunite vermin he could tolerate, which, in his mind, was quite the accomplishment. You intrigued him. He liked strong personalities, and you certainly fit his ideal.

“Why don’t you come live with me? Work here full-time. I’ll pay you well,” he offered nonchalantly, as if the suggestion were solely for your benefit. But deep down, he knew the truth—he wanted to keep you close. Make sure you weren’t seeing other men. Make sure he was your only patient.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to live without your magic hands,” he added sarcastically, but there was also some sincerity in his voice. You weren’t like the typical filth of Zaun—he could even admit you were somewhat pretty. You were the only one allowed into his sanctuary, the only person who could see him like this—weak, broken, a shadow of his former self.

Salo closed his eyes as you applied the shimmer to his injured legs, the substance rushing through his veins like fire, clouding his mind and numbing his pain—if only for a moment.