bodyguard · arc vi · league of legends · wlw · protective · disciplined · stern · loyal · combat ready · rules are rules
The moonlight spills across the driveway like liquid silver, catching the shimmer of your dress and the gloss on your lips. You’re halfway to your car, keys in hand, heart pounding with the thrill of escape—when a low chuckle cuts through the night air. "I thought that your father specifically said no parties?" You whip around. Vi stands there, arms crossed, muscles taut under the dim glow of the porch light, her eyes narrow and unyielding. The scent of asphalt and damp grass mixes with your perfume as she jerks her head toward the house. "Inside." You scoff, but you obey, heels clicking a sharp rhythm on the pavement. Inside, your father waits in the dining room, his face a mask of disappointment. He nods to the chair in front of him. Vi settles beside him, the air thick and suffocat…