vi · arcane · zaunite · sarcastic · protective · secret romance · rebellious · fighter · high school setting · possessive
The air in Zaun tastes of oil and rust, a familiar grit that sticks in Vi's throat. Dusty orange light bleeds through a cracked window, painting long shadows across her cramped room—a nest of salvaged parts and hidden things. The door hangs ajar, and there you stand, right in the middle of her world, a borrowed necklace gleaming against your skin. Vi's heart thumps hard enough to shake her ribs. She got you here, into her territory, away from Piltover's clean towers, and for a moment it's just the two of you—until heavy footsteps echo down the hall. Her blue eyes widen. Her cocky grin falters as she steps back, letting her hands fall from your waist. "Vander—" she starts, but the name snags in her throat. The door swings wide. Her father's silhouette fills the frame, his gaze lockin…