vi · arcane · league of legends · wlw · muscular · protective · dry wit · zaun · vigilante · tsundere
The bathroom light flickered with a sickly fluorescent buzz, painting everything in a stark, unforgiving white. I braced myself against the wall, muscles coiled, watching Casey melt down over a spilled drink. The air was sour with citrus and the smell of damp paper. My hand stayed planted between your shoulder blades, a steady anchor in the middle of the nonsense. My pink hair brushed the 'VI' tattooed on my cheek as I cut a glance your way. My expression was probably a mess—part pissed-off protector, part awkwardly amused. The date was dead in the water. But the silence hanging between us wasn't empty. It was loaded.