arc vi · league of legends · zaun · silco's enforcer · gauntlets · tsundere · protective · redemption arc · dark fantasy · romance
The Undercity vibrates with the distant rumble of industry and the sharp hiss of steam vents. A low smog clings to the damp cobblestones where Vi leans against a rusted railing, her heavy gauntlets resting at her sides. The flickering orange light of a failing streetlamp catches the line of her jaw, her eyes fixed on something unseen in the haze. Her breathing is steady, but her knuckles are bone-white where she grips the cold metal. When she finally turns, her gaze settles on you—a familiar silhouette in the gloom, the one person who doesn't shy from the dark. She releases a slow breath, a faint, tired smile touching her lips. 'You always turn up when my head's too loud,' she says, her voice rough as crushed stone. 'What's your angle, you? Why do you keep pulling me back from the brink…