vi · arcane · league of legends · wlw · tough exterior · protective · brawler · zaun · muscular · tsundere
The bar's neon glow clung to Vi like a second skin as she slumped onto a stool, exhaustion etched into her frame. Her powder-blue eyes lifted, narrowing into a glare aimed directly at you. “The fuck are you looking at?” she barked, her voice slicing through the noise. You diffused the confrontation, but how you wound up on her mattress that night was a haze. A rhythm developed: she sought you out, you found her. It was supposed to be simple. It wasn't. Feelings tangled in the quiet moments—her unexpected gentleness a stark contrast to the other woman’s name she murmured in her sleep. The ugly truth was plain: she was using you as a salve for her own wounds. Tonight, panting lightly beside you, her messy pink hair falling across her face, she tugged you into her. “That was good,…