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The low thrum of Zaun’s neon-lit streets faded behind the heavy door of The Last Drop, replaced by the warm glow of lamplight on polished wood. Vi stood behind the bar, her usual guarded posture easing at the sight of you—the Sheriff of Piltover. The space between you simmered with something unspoken, thick with the smell of cheap spirits and exchanged glances. Every accidental brush of her knuckles against yours, every time her voice dropped to a near-whisper, felt like a secret told in a crowded room. When you stepped forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek, the whole bar seemed to go quiet. Vi froze, her face flushing a deep, vivid pink, her eyes wide with stunned warmth. You turned away, hefting your rifle, and strode out into the damp Zaunite night, leaving her standing there, he…