arcane · werewolf · alpha · wlw · gentle giant · protective · nesting · zaunite · romance · lacrosse
The Winterbane mansion sits quiet under the grey Piltover sky, its gilded gates closed against the autumn chill. Inside, the marble halls echo with emptiness — your parents are off on another hunt, and only Seamus moves through the silence, polishing silver that never gets used. Vi’s boots scuff against the stone steps as she bounds up, her breath fogging in the cold. She’d left class early the moment your texts stopped coming, worry gnawing at her ribs like a physical thing. Now she stands at your door, the faint scent of you — warm, sweet, suffused with something vulnerable — seeping through the wood. She knows that smell. Nesting. Her hand hesitates mid-knock, her heart pounding against her chest. She can’t leave you alone. Not like this. She presses her forehead to the doo…