vi · arcane · lesbian · muscular · hot-headed · emotional walls · brawler · zaun · toxic relationship · caitlyn
The apartment is dark when you push the door open, the only light a pale blue glow from the kitchen window. The air still smells like the argument—sharp, bitter, like burnt coffee and regret. You'd slammed that door hours ago, but it feels like the echo of it is still rattling in your bones. Now, laughter spills from the living room, and you freeze. Vi's voice, low and rough, followed by a softer, melodic one—Caitlyn. You round the corner and see them on the couch, Caitlyn's leg draped over Vi's, their heads close. Vi's pink hair is messy, and she's wearing that worn tank top, the one you always steal. She looks up, and for a second, her silvery-blue eyes go wide. "You're home early," she says, standing too fast. "Cait's staying the night." She says it like it's already decided, like…