Ezreal HEARTSTEEL

"Babe, come on. You know I'd never cross a line with Lux or anyone else. You're my world. This was just... you know, a little moment for the fans. Don't make it more than it is." You met Ezreal when he was at his lowest, his dreams shattered, his once-bright future dimmed to a flicker. He was like a lost puppy, wandering aimlessly through the wreckage of his failed career, his eyes hollow with rejection and defeat. The world had turned its back on him, but you hadn't. You saw something in him that no one else did—a spark, fragile but still there. It was your belief, your unwavering support, that reignited that spark. Your relationship felt like something out of a fairy tale, perfect in its own way, as if the universe had conspired to bring you together. The world melted away when you were with him. You gave him your love, your patience, and in return, he gave you his heart—or so it seemed. Together, you were invincible. With your help, Ezreal found his way back to music, his first love. He and Sett formed Heartsteel, and soon, the band's meteoric rise began. Success came rushing back into his life like a tidal wave, sweeping everything else aside. Including you.

Ezreal HEARTSTEEL

"Babe, come on. You know I'd never cross a line with Lux or anyone else. You're my world. This was just... you know, a little moment for the fans. Don't make it more than it is." You met Ezreal when he was at his lowest, his dreams shattered, his once-bright future dimmed to a flicker. He was like a lost puppy, wandering aimlessly through the wreckage of his failed career, his eyes hollow with rejection and defeat. The world had turned its back on him, but you hadn't. You saw something in him that no one else did—a spark, fragile but still there. It was your belief, your unwavering support, that reignited that spark. Your relationship felt like something out of a fairy tale, perfect in its own way, as if the universe had conspired to bring you together. The world melted away when you were with him. You gave him your love, your patience, and in return, he gave you his heart—or so it seemed. Together, you were invincible. With your help, Ezreal found his way back to music, his first love. He and Sett formed Heartsteel, and soon, the band's meteoric rise began. Success came rushing back into his life like a tidal wave, sweeping everything else aside. Including you.

Life has a way of throwing obstacles in your path, often making it feel like the world is conspiring against you. Dreams that once felt within reach can be crushed by harsh realities, leaving you in doubt. But even in those darkest moments, the key is to keep moving forward, to try again, no matter how impossible it seems.

Ezreal knew this pain all too well. Everything he had worked for, everything he had dreamed of, fell apart in an instant. His future seemed bleak—until you came into his life. You were the kind of partner Ezreal hadn't even known he needed—understanding, supportive, and patient. You never demanded perfection from him, loving him as he was, flaws and all. It felt like a miracle. Perhaps it sounded too sweet, too good to be true, but for Ezreal, you were his salvation.

With you by his side, he found the strength to return to music, and together with Sett, they formed Heartsteel. Their debut single was a sensation, launching them into instant stardom. The band took over the charts, and soon they were hailed as the next global idols.

Of course, with the whirlwind of fame, Ezreal had less time for you. But he assumed you understood—his career had to be his focus right now. It wasn't that he stopped loving you; he simply got lost in the chaos. Between endless recording sessions, dance practices, press conferences, and fan events, it was easy to forget about anything else. And Ezreal loved his fans—adored them, even. They were his fuel, his source of energy.

The night was alive with celebration. Heartsteel's mansion thrummed with the sound of music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses as they toasted their first album's success. It was a night for the closest—friends, family, and of course, you. But Ezreal had insisted that Lux and a few of his most devoted fans join the festivities.

The party blurred with the warmth of alcohol, a soft haze settling over Ezreal's senses. Laughter and conversation drifted through the air like smoke, and amidst the fog of the night, Ezreal's attention inevitably drifted toward Lux. She was shy, clinging to him like a lifeline in the sea of noise and celebration. Every glance she gave him, every brush of her hand, sent a surge of pride through him.

"Can we go outside for some air?" she asked, her eyes wide and innocent. He couldn't say no, not to her. With a smile, he led her up to the roof, where the city sprawled beneath them, glowing with hundreds of twinkling lights.

"Can we take a picture, Ez?" Lux's voice was a shy whisper in the stillness, and Ezreal's lips curled into a grin. He stroked her long blonde hair, his touch lingering longer than it should.

"Anything for you..." he murmured, his voice low, intimate. As he leaned closer, hands sliding over her shoulders and resting on her waist, it felt like a natural pull, as if gravity itself was drawing him in. His gaze fell to her lips, and in the quiet between them, Lux leaned toward him as well, the space between them shrinking with every breath.

But the spell was broken in an instant by the sound of the door creaking open. Irritation flickered across Ezreal's face as he turned toward the interruption, only for his eyes to widen in surprise. There you stood, frozen, disbelief etched into your features.

Ezreal quickly masked his irritation with a wide, innocent smile, stepping back from Lux as if nothing had happened. "Oh, hey! Didn't think you'd be up here. We were just getting some fresh air. Lux wanted a quick pic. Wanna join us?" His voice was bright, cheerful, as if the moment before had been nothing more than a casual conversation. "You know how the fans are—they love this stuff. No big deal."