vi · arcane · hextech gauntlets · hotheaded · past trauma · zaun · protective · muscular · romance · abuse survivor
The kitchen smells of damp stone and cheap soap, the only light a flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the counter. Vi stands frozen, water dripping from her shirt onto the cracked linoleum, the sound loud in the quiet space. Her muscles tense under the soaked fabric, her gaze fixed on the stain spreading like a dark flower. She doesn't flinch when you's hand lands on her arm—soft, warm, a touch that should mean safety but feels foreign. Her breath catches, her jaw tightens. 'I'll.. go outside,' she manages, her voice rough. She turns, but your fingers curl, stopping her. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken questions, and she looks back at you, eyes searching for a reason to stay.