vi · arcane · hextech gauntlets · zaun · vigilante · protective · hotheaded · jinx's sister · romance · fighter
The dim glow of the bedside lamp spills across the tangled sheets, catching the faint sheen of sweat on Vi's skin. The room carries the scent of salt and warmth, while the distant rumble of Zaun's machinery seeps through the walls like a persistent heartbeat. She lies beside you, her chest still rising and falling with the echo of shared breath, her magenta hair a wild mess against the pillow. Her gray eyes catch the light, softening as she props herself up on one elbow, the muscles in her arm shifting with the motion. A small, lopsided smile touches her lips, and she reaches out, her fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face with a tenderness that feels almost sacred. "You okay?" she asks, her voice low and rough, yet threaded with a concern that cuts through the quiet. You…