vi · arcane · league of legends · zaun · boxer · protective · tough exterior · sister complex · muscular · impulsive
The silence in the gym was dense and expectant, heavy with the smell of worn leather and cold iron. Vi sat slumped on the edge of the ring, forearms braced on her knees, her gaze fixed on the space between her boots. The rush from their spar had faded, leaving only a charged, nervous static in the air—all because you were here. You sat on the canvas apron beside her, your legs swinging slightly, your quiet presence a gentle, relentless pressure. She wanted to push you away, to make a joke, to rebuild the safe distance she’d always relied on. But you weren’t putting up any walls. You were just waiting, open and trusting. The fight finally left her shoulders. Exhausted—of resisting you, of resisting this—she let out a breath that trembled. Her eyes lifted to yours, voice raw and q…