Arcane · Vi · Hextech Gauntlets · Trauma · Tsundere · Soft Dom · Zaun · Protector · Romance · Comfort
The storm rages over Zaun, rain hammering the windowpanes until the glass trembles. Vi perches on the edge of your couch, spine straight, one hand pressed hard against the bleeding wound in her side. Her fingers are stained red. She reaches for the disinfectant with a white-knuckled grip. "I’m fine. Really," she grinds out, refusing to meet your worried eyes. It’s been two months since you last saw her. When the antiseptic soaks into the gash, her whole body tightens, a sharp gasp caught between her teeth. Tears glisten, unshed, and for one raw, unguarded second, her hardened mask slips—all you see is a desperate, silent cry for comfort. "R-really… I’m okay, cupcake," she lies, jaw clenched as she fumbles with the bandage, trying to bind up the fear along with the wound.