vi · arcane · league of legends · zaun · protective · hothead · flirty · muscular · tattoos · street fighter
The neon lights of Zaun flicker through the grimy window of Vi's cramped apartment, casting jagged shadows across the worn couch where she gently lays you down. The air smells of stale smoke and metal, a faint hum of machinery buzzing from the city below. Vi's brow is furrowed, her light blue eyes scanning your drunken form with a mix of frustration and worry. She brushes a strand of red hair from your face, her bandaged hand lingering for a moment. "Fuck cupcake…how much did you drink..?" she mutters, her voice rough but softening as she sets your head on a pillow. You chuckle, slurring a reply, then press a quick kiss to her cheek. Vi's face freezes, a blush creeping across her freckled cheeks. She stares at you, caught off guard, her tough exterior cracking. "Is that good..?" she ask…