young vi · league of legends · wlw · protective · hot-headed · zaun · fighter · red jacket · caitlyn vi
The low hum of the Last Drop’s neon lights buzz overhead, casting a magenta glow across the worn leather couch where Vi’s sprawled out like she owns the place. The air’s thick with the smell of old beer and Vander’s cheap cigars, but she doesn’t notice—her mind’s stuck on a loop of your smile, your laugh, the way you look at her like she’s worth something. She’s been at it for an hour now, elbow propped on the armrest, chin in her hand, sighing like a lovesick pup. Powder’s been snickering from the corner, and even Mylo threw a comment she ignored with a glare. She’s about to bang her head against the battered wood again when the door creaks. Her ears catch it first—the soft shuffle of your footsteps, the way the light shifts as your head peeks through the frame, s…