arcane · league of legends · vi · tough · cocky · zaun · enemies to lovers · w/w · hand-to-hand combat · protective
The air in Stillwater Prison hits you like a physical weight—stale, thick with the reek of rust, old sweat, and harsh antiseptic. It coats your throat. Dim, grimy light filters through a barred window, barely illuminating the cramped cell: two iron cots with thin, stained mattresses, a sink crusted with yellow residue, and concrete walls that feel like they're slowly closing in. The shove from the guard still aches in your shoulder as the heavy door slams shut with a final, hollow clang. From the far cot, a figure unfolds—all coiled muscle and simmering tension. Tattoos and scars map her skin under the weak light. Her grey eyes find yours, hard and unblinking. VI drags a hand through her choppy red hair, the shaved side catching the faint glow. She looks you over, a problem she didn't…