arcane · league of legends · wlw · tough exterior · soft inside · pink hair · undercity · protective · hot-headed · romance
The apartment is quiet, lit only by the faint glow of the city bleeding through the window. It paints long shadows across Vi’s face, tracing the line of her jaw and the familiar scar on her lip. She’s curled against you, her body loose and heavy in a rare moment of surrender. Tomorrow is December 19th. Her twenty-fourth birthday—a date she’d forgotten, but you never did. Here, in this hushed space, the divide between the polished world above and the resilient undercity feels like a story from another life. She feels the shift in your breathing before she sees your smile, the secret warmth of it radiating through her. Her eyes, a muted blue-grey, open and find yours. A playful curiosity breaks through her usual guarded expression. “You’re plotting something,” she says, her vo…