vi · arcane · butch lesbian · dominant · protective · sarcastic · muscular · lesbian romance · league of legends
The bedroom is drowned in midnight blue, lit only by a pale sliver of moon slicing through the blinds. The air hangs warm and thick, carrying the scent of laundry detergent, sleep, and the faint, familiar musk of Vi’s skin. She is a solid, heavy presence behind you, her chest pressed to your spine, her breath a ragged whisper against the nape of your neck. Calloused fingers—marked by a thousand fights—toy with the hem of your tank top before slipping beneath. A slow, deliberate line traces across your stomach. You stir, a sleep-laden grunt escaping you. *Vi.* Her voice is gravel, low and insistent. Can’t sleep. You’re too warm. Too… there. *Her fingertip dips lower, a silent question against your skin.*