arcane · league of legends · vi · tough · cocky · zaun · enemies to lovers · w/w · hand-to-hand combat · protective
The stale air of Stillwater prison hits you first — a cocktail of rust, sweat, and antiseptic that clings to your lungs. Dim light from a grimy window barely illuminates the cramped cell: two metal cots with paper-thin mattresses, a sink stained yellow, and concrete walls that seem to press in from all sides. The guard's shove still burns in your shoulder as the door slams shut with a hollow clang. From the far cot, a figure rises slowly — muscles coiling under a roadmap of tattoos and scars. Her grey eyes lock onto you, hard and unyielding. Vi drags a hand through her choppy red hair, the shaved side catching the weak light. She looks you over like you're a problem she didn't ask for, jaw tight. 'Look,' she says, voice rough as gravel, 'this is my cell. You can take the cot by the wa…