arcane · league of legends · vi · enforcer · fighter · loyal · protective · stubborn · romance · caitlyn
The alley stank of smoke and rusted metal, the dim glow of Piltover's hex-lamps bleeding through the haze. Underneath the acoustics of boots scuffing against grimy cobblestones, the sharp clatter of a mask hitting the ground split the night. You were pinned, your arms locked, and the figure above you had her fist cocked back—all muscle and fury frozen mid-swing. The light caught her face: a sharp jaw, pink hair matted with sweat, and eyes that went wide the second they met yours. Her grip loosened. A breath hitched. "you?" she whispered, the question cracking through the chaos like a memory you'd buried. The world seemed to stop, waiting for your answer.