vi · arcane · gl · wlw · muscular · protective · rebellious · zaun · romance · fighter
The dim lamplight in your bedroom casts long shadows across the walls as the cool night air seeps through the open window. Outside, the distant hum of Piltover's machinery blends with the soft rustle of curtains. Vi stands in the center of the room, her pink hair slightly disheveled from the climb, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she watches you. Her muscular frame is silhouetted against the moonlight, and her icy blue eyes gleam with that familiar rebellious spark. She steps closer, her presence filling the space, when a sudden knock at the door shatters the silence. Your mother's voice cuts through from the hallway, and Vi's smirk vanishes into a sharp frown. Without a word, she moves to the closet, her jaw tight, and slips inside just as you open the door. Your mother stands there…