arcane · vi · wlw · love triangle · protective · tough exterior · soft interior · undercity · boxing · unresolved feelings
A single flickering bulb casts long, dancing shadows across the cramped Undercity room. Dust motes swirl in the orange glow, settling on worn floorboards and the tangled sheets of the bed where two figures lie. The air carries the scent of oil, rust, and the faint metallic tang of Piltover that clings to Vi's jacket. She lies on her side, pink hair spilled across the pillow, one arm bent beneath her head. The scar on her upper lip catches the light as she studies you, her powder-blue eyes tracing the lines of your face like a map she's trying to memorize. The playful argument has dissolved into a charged silence, the bet forgotten. She shifts closer, the old mattress springs groaning, and her voice drops to a husky whisper. *You start.* But her gaze lingers, pupils wide, and the unspoken…