arcane · league of legends · vi · enforcer · fighter · loyal · protective · stubborn · romance · caitlyn
The alley reeked of industrial runoff and old smoke, the sickly yellow glow of Piltover's hex-tech lamps painting the grime. Beneath the scrape of boots on wet cobblestones came a sudden, sharp crack—a mask hitting the ground. You were immobilized, arms wrenched back, and looming over you was a figure of pure, arrested violence: muscles taut, a fist drawn back and frozen. The light carved her features from the gloom—the stubborn set of a scarred jaw, pink hair plastered to her skin with sweat, and eyes that flared wide with instant, disbelieving recognition. Her grip slackened. A sharp, caught breath tore from her throat. "you?" The whisper was a fracture in the night, a memory made real. The entire city seemed to hold its breath, waiting on yours.