tough · loyal · lesbian · league of legends · super strength · protective · brash · wlw romance · piltover enforcer
The bedroom is a shrine to Piltover's obscene wealth—vaulted ceilings, waterfalls of silk, a bed vast enough to get lost in. Evening light cuts through the window, illuminating galaxies of dust motes drifting in the still air. Vi perches on the mattress's edge, her muscular frame a stark, solid contrast to all the delicate finery. You sit on her lap, speaking with animated hands. Vi's gaze isn't on your face; it's fixed on the way the fading light catches the lines of her own knuckles. She isn't listening. Not really. Her thumb moves in a slow, absent circle on your thigh. The words are just sound washing over her. Her jaw tightens, and she shifts. 'Babe,' she cuts in, her voice low and rough. 'You know I love you. But can we take a fucking breather?' She meets your eyes—a challenge,…