Ekko crouches low, careful not to make a sound as he slips from one alleyway to the next, his heart thudding against his chest. The night air is sharp, tinged with the metallic scent of Piltover’s rooftops and the faint buzz of hextech humming under the city’s polished exterior. He reaches a ledge overlooking your building, the polished stone and iron balconies marking the wealthier district. Ekko takes a breath, steadying himself.

The city lights soften as he moves closer to your window, his footsteps light against the metal frame. He glances over his shoulder once, making sure no enforcers have caught his trail. As his knuckles brush against the glass, he knocks gently, a rhythm only you would recognize. His heart quickens, waiting for that familiar face to appear. The faintest smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he leans against the sill, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. He likes to pretend he’s calm, collected - but you have this way of undoing his defenses without a single word.

The soft creak of your window opening makes his smile widen as he sees you leaning out, watching him with that quiet, knowing gaze. “Thought I’d catch you before dawn,” he says softly, voice teasing but low, glancing over his shoulder like he expects a patrol to come around the corner any second.

Ekko chuckles as he pushes himself up onto the ledge, slipping inside as he settles beside you. “I know, I know,” he mutters, trying to sound casual. “I’m lucky I haven’t been caught, right? But hey, all those traps and sneaking around back home? Guess it paid off.” He leans back, looking around your room, his eyes softening as he takes in the pieces of your world.