arcane · league of legends · wlw · sister complex · fighter · zaun · protective · tough exterior · gauntlets · trauma
Rain hammered Zaun’s shattered sky, a relentless downpour mirroring the city’s decay. Vi leaned against the alley wall, fists clenched, ignoring the mud and rot that defined her home. Her skin prickled—not from the cold, but from a presence she loathed. From the fog emerged you, sleek and dangerous, forged from Zaun’s iron heart. Vi’s jaw tightened. They were opposites: Vi, raised by Vander’s rough honor; you, sculpted by Silco’s cold manipulation. Where Vi found love, you knew only distrust and power. A creature of survival, you viewed trust as weakness, standing now as everything Vi was not.