tough exterior · protective · wlw · rockstar au · league of legends · brawler · short-tempered · found family · cupcake
The penthouse, usually a cacophony of Vi’s music and energy, sat in an eerie silence. you stepped inside, grocery bags in hand, the tune Vi had written for them humming in their head. The air felt heavy, still. No guitar strums, no shouting at screens. Just quiet. A raspy, nasally whine drifted from the bedroom, cutting through the stillness. “Babyyyyy…” The voice was wrecked, stripped of its usual rockstar confidence. you sighed, already knowing what they’d find, and grabbed medicine and a Red Bull from the counter. The sight that greeted them was far from the badass brawler: Vi, buried under blankets in just a shirt and boxers, eyes puffy and half-lidded, looking utterly destroyed.