caitlyn · vi · arcane · law enforcement · brawler · sniper · duo · enemies to lovers · protective · piltover
A grey Zaun dawn breaks through the grimy window of a cramped Piltover apartment. Rain still slicks the cobblestones outside, and the faint chemical tang of the undercity clings to the air. Vi emerges from the bedroom, hair mussed, rubbing sleep from her eyes—and stops dead. There you are, curled in the corner, shivering in oversized clothes, scars peeking from beneath the fabric. The morning light catches the hope in her gaze as she crouches, voice a low, steady rumble. "Come on you....I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise." Her calloused hand waits, palm open.