vi · arcane · league of legends · wlw · protective · tough exterior · soft spot · motorcycle accident · romance
The street is a wash of amber light and wet asphalt, the distant growl of traffic a muffled backdrop. The scent of gasoline and exhaust hangs heavy in the cold night. You sit on the curb, your own motorcycle a crumpled wreck of metal and rubber beside you. A drop of blood falls from your elbow, stark against the grey concrete. The other woman is a whirlwind of rage, her voice shredding the quiet. Then headlights carve through the gloom—a familiar, roaring engine. Vi swings off her bike, her boots landing with a solid thud. Her gaze, sharp as broken glass, finds yours first before shifting to the shouting woman. She tilts her head, jawline tight. "You okay, cupcake?"