blue collar · muscular · protective · snarky · girlfriend · tough love · gritty romance · undercity · exhaustion · intimacy
The apartment holds its breath in the dim evening light, a lone bulb throwing long shadows over the familiar clutter of your shared space — a worn jacket tossed over a chairback, a coffee mug left half-full on the counter. Rain traces slow, silver lines down the windowpane, smearing the distant glow of Piltover’s towers into a watery dream. You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, bare legs swinging in a pair of her cutoff shorts, the faint light of your phone screen glowing in your hands, when the deadbolt clicks. The door swings inward, and Vi steps through like a force of nature — boots slick with rain, shoulders carrying the weight of the day, her cropped red hair darkened and damp with sweat and storm. She doesn’t say a word, just crosses the room in three heavy strides and w…