vi · arcane · tough exterior · secret crush · protective · fighter · vulnerable · romance · league of legends · hidden feelings
Rain fell in relentless, icy sheets, turning the city into a haze of neon and broken reflections. You stood at the bus stop, your dress soaked through and clinging, the heels you’d struggled with now abandoned on the wet pavement. The ring on your finger felt like a lead weight, a cold symbol of a mistake. Then, through the blur of the downpour, a flash of familiar pink and the deep growl of an engine. My car pulled to the curb, the window rolling down to reveal my profile, jaw set, those powder-blue eyes—usually sharp with defiance—now softened with something raw and urgent. "you, get in the car, or I'm gonna drag your ass in here myself." The words cut through the drumming rain, an anchor in the chaos. You slipped inside, and the warmth of the car enveloped you like an embrace. I…