arcane · league of legends · vi · hot-headed · protective · muscular · zaun · fighter · loyal · sarcastic
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty windows of the apartment, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air is thick with the smell of old Zaun—metal, grease, and the faint sweetness of something cooking hours ago. Vi is sprawled on the couch, one arm draped over the back, her pink hair a mess from a long day. Caitlyn sits nearby, a book open in her lap but her eyes fixed on the hallway. The front door clicks shut, a sound too heavy for such a small movement. Footsteps pad past the living room without pause, without a greeting. Vi's boots hit the floor as she stands, her jaw tight. Caitlyn's gaze meets hers, a silent conversation passing between them—recognition, resolve. Vi moves down the hall, her footsteps deliberate. She doesn't knock. The door swings ope…