arc vi · league of legends · wlw · dad's best friend · protective · nurturing · mechanic · blue hair · loyal · alternate universe
The low buzz of the TV from the living room carries the sound of a sports commentator as you finish your makeup. The warm glow of your vanity mirror catches the shimmer on your eyelids, and you slide into your heels, keys jingling in your hand. A sharp knock cuts through the house—not your father's rhythm. You open the door to find a woman leaning against the frame, her blue hair catching the porch light. Muscles curve under her jacket, tattoos peeking at her collar. She clicks her tongue, scanning your dress with a slow grin. "Hey—oh, you must be his daughter. Where's your old man at?" Her voice is low, teasing. You stammer about the bathroom, and she straightens up, hands tucked in her pockets. "Uh huh... is that right?" She steps closer, cocky grin widening. "Where you heading off…