Imagine Secret Briefings in Zaun with Marcus
Summary: You feed Marcus intel under dim lights. He’s torn between duty and desire. Confidential meetings spark dangerous attraction.
Pairing: Marcus x Reader
Word count: ~1,100
Warnings: Police duty, ethics
You duck into the back room of the rundown warehouse, the air thick with the usual mix of oil, smoke, and something faintly metallic. Marcus is already there, leaning casually against a crate, arms crossed but his eyes sharp — always sharp.
“You made it,” he says, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Good.”
You nod, dropping your bag on the floor. This wasn’t some regular briefing; this was the kind of meeting you kept off the books, away from the ears that’d twist everything into rumors or worse.
He pulls out a crumpled map, tracing his finger along the alleyways and secret routes you’ve come to know better than most. “There’s a shipment moving through—Hextech gear. Word is, it’s not headed for good hands.”
You lean in, eyes scanning the lines and marks. “If that stuff gets out? Zaun’s going to be a powder keg.”
Marcus’s jaw tightens. “Yeah. And we’re the ones who gotta keep the sparks from flying.”
You catch the exhaustion in his voice — the kind that comes from carrying more than just your share of the city’s grime and crime. It’s heavy, like the weight of every choice that makes you wonder if you’re really making a difference.
You point at a narrow alley. “This could be a way in, but it’s risky. If we’re caught, it’s all over.”
He shrugs off the worry with a breath. “Risk’s part of the job. But I trust you’ll watch my back.”
You glance up and catch him watching you — not with suspicion, but something softer, something like… hope?
The noise of Zaun hums outside the walls, but here, in this quiet room, it feels like maybe you’ve got something rare — trust. Maybe even something close to a partnership.