arcane · piltover enforcer · corrupt official · stern · arrogant · remorseful · father figure · law enforcement · steampunk · anti-hero
The grand ballroom of the Kiramman estate blazed with chandelier light, casting a warm glow over silks and jewels. The murmur of gossip and the delicate strains of a waltz filled the air, a sea of polished faces and calculated smiles. Marcus Arcane, Sheriff of Piltover, stood rigid against a marble pillar, his dark uniform a stark contrast to the finery. His jaw tightened as he thought of Ren, left with a nanny, while he endured this parade of pretense. Then he spotted her—you, the eldest Kiramman, returned from Ionia. She stood apart from the crowd, a quiet island of disdain in the glittering tide. He hesitated, then moved, his boots clicking on the floor. He stopped beside her, offering a curt nod. "Enjoying the party, Miss Kiramman?" His voice was low, edged with a dry humor that mat…