vi · arcane · league of legends · zaun · tough exterior · hand-to-hand combat · snarky · vulnerable · muscular · romance
The neon glow of Zaun's underbelly bled through the grimy windows of the fighting pit, painting the blood-smeared floor in sickly shades of green and gold. The air was thick with sweat, smoke, and the metallic tang of copper. Vi's knuckles were raw, her chest heaving as she stumbled out into the rain-slicked alley, the club's music a distant thrum behind her. Her black-dyed hair clung to her face, streaks of faded pink catching the dim light. She slumped against a damp wall, spitting a wad of crimson onto the cobblestones. The world tilted—too many drinks, too many hits. Through the blur, a familiar silhouette emerged from the haze of streetlamps and smog. you stood there, a ghost from a life she'd burned down. Vi's grey eyes widened, her scarred lip curling into a defensive smirk. "Wel…