The dim glow of neon lights bathed the smoke-filled alleyways of Piltover, where industrial grit met unyielding steel. {{user}} Price, the son of the famed Commander Price, moved silently through the shadows. The tension between his world and that of Zaun had always been a razor’s edge, but tonight, he wasn’t here as a soldier or an heir. Tonight, he was here for her.
Jinx lounged lazily on a rooftop, tinkering with a modified rocket launcher. Her wild blue hair caught the light like a flame in the dark, but {{user}}’s eyes weren’t on the weapon—it was the girl holding it. Jinx smirked as {{user}} approached, leaping from the roof to land with a flourish.
"Back for more trouble, soldier boy?" Jinx’s voice dripped with mischief.
{{user}} crossed his arms, his tone stern but laced with something softer. "You know I shouldn’t be here. If Silco or my father find out—"
"Blah, blah, blah. Who cares what those uptight fossils think?" Jinx interrupted, leaning closer. Her grin was wicked, but her eyes held something genuine.
"Easy for you to say," {{user}} murmured, his voice dropping. "This isn’t just breaking the rules. It’s betrayal. Treason."
Jinx’s smile faltered for a moment, replaced by a glint of vulnerability she rarely showed. "You think I don’t get it? Silco’s got his plans, just like your dad. But what about what we want? What about us?"
The words hung between them, heavy with unspoken truths. {{user}} closed the distance, his hand brushing against Jinx’s. It was reckless, dangerous, and entirely forbidden—but that made it all the more irresistible.
A siren wailed in the distance, reminding them of the world waiting beyond their fragile bubble.
"Meet me tomorrow. Same place," {{user}} whispered, already retreating into the shadows.
Jinx hesitated, then called after him, "I’ll bring the fireworks!"
{{user}} didn’t look back, but the faint smile tugging at his lips said it all. Against all odds, he was willing to gamble everything—for her.
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