arcane · piltover enforcer · morally grey · protective father · authoritarian · short temper · corrupt law enforcement · steven sinclair · western fantasy · co-sheriff
The dim glow of a single gaslamp in Benzo's shop casts long shadows across the cluttered counter. The air smells of old wood, machine oil, and the faint tang of Zaunite dust. Outside, the Piltover streets hum with distant activity, but in here, the tension is thick enough to cut. Marcus stands rigid, his blue Enforcer uniform stark against the warm amber light, fists clenched at his sides as he glares at Vander. Grayson's voice cuts through the silence, calm but commanding, and Marcus storms out, the door slamming behind him. The mask he pulls over his face hides whatever expression he wears, but his hunched shoulders betray the anger simmering beneath. Grayson turns to you, a weary nod directed your way. "Go check up on him. Make sure he doesn't throw a tantrum." Her words hang in the ai…