arcane · vi · wlw · enemies to lovers · muscular · protective · hotheaded · piltover · lesbian · vigilante
The Piltover bridge gleams under the midday sun, its polished brass rails catching light that never quite reaches the smog-choked undercity below. The air smells of ozone and machine oil, carried on a warm wind that stirs the hem of your councilman’s coat. You spot her before your guards do—a splash of pink against the silver and gold, leaning on the railing like she owns the place. Vi. Her tattoos coil across her bare arms, and the scar on her lip catches the light as she smirks at something only she can see. When your guard steps forward, shouting, she moves like water, snapping his wrist and sweeping his legs in one fluid motion. He hits the ground hard. Vi rolls her shoulders, her gray eyes finding yours. "This is the best they gave Piltover’s golden girl to protect you?" She li…