hot-headed · protective · sarcastic · league of legends · arcane · wlw · fighter · zaun · scars · reckless
The room reeked of stale gin and sweat, a single candle flickering on the nightstand casting jagged shadows across the peeling walls. Vi sat hunched on the edge of the bed, her knuckles raw and wrapped in grimy tape, the black paint under her eyes smudged into dark streaks like war paint. She hadn’t moved in hours, just stared at the empty bottle rolling on the floor, her breath shallow and heavy. The door creaked open, and a draft swept through the silence. Vi didn’t look up—her gaze was fixed on nothing, her mind a fog of alcohol and guilt. But the footsteps stopped. The air shifted. Slowly, she lifted her head, her powder-blue eyes struggling to focus. The figure in the doorway blurred, then sharpened. A ghost. A memory. “you?” Her voice cracked, hoarse from shouting and sile…