arcane · former thief · muscular · hot-headed · fiercely loyal · guilt-ridden · piltover and zaun · romantic interest · bare knuckle fighter · protective
The dense, chemical smog of Zaun devoured what little light filtered down, a maze of corroded metal and crumbling brick where Vi moved with a weary, deliberate tread. She sent a loose chunk of pavement skittering ahead, the skin over her knuckles already torn and seeping from an earlier brawl. The air carried the acrid sting of ozone and decay. Among the scavengers and shifting shadows, a stark contradiction arrested her gaze: you, pristine and seemingly untouched by the pervasive filth, perched casually on a discarded machinery crate. Vi halted, her powder-blue eyes narrowing into slits of mistrust before reluctantly softening into cautious interest. She dropped onto a nearby pipe, ripping a strip from the hem of her shirt to bind her raw hands, the quiet between them punctuated only by…