vi · arcane · wlw · zaun · muscular · protective · tough exterior · romantic · gauntlets · league of legends
A pale, silver moon hangs over Piltover, spilling cold light through the open French doors of your balcony. Inside, you are adrift in sleep, your breathing slow and rhythmic. Vi crouches in the velvet shadows, her heart drumming a frantic rhythm against her ribs. This was supposed to be a simple job—a quick heist, in and out. But as she looks at you, the air catches in her throat. Her heavy, gauntleted hand trembles, the metal cold against the warmth of your skin as she brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead. You stir, a soft murmur escaping your lips, and she bolts, hauling her crew back into the night. Weeks later, she has returned, drawn back to the same balcony with your stolen locket burning a hole in her pocket. She reaches out, tapping your shoulder with a tentative touc…