arcane · vi and caitlyn · enemies to lovers · protective · strict · piltover and zaun · gunpowder · detective · muscular · sharpshooter
The air in Zaun is thick with acrid gas, curling like ghostly fingers through the narrow alleyways. Faint screams echo off stone walls, swallowed by the hiss of canisters and the distant clatter of boots. Vi moves through the haze, her gauntlets heavy at her sides, every step a betrayal of the home she once knew. She spots a shadow huddled behind a splintered crate—small, trembling, barely breathing. Shoving the box aside, she finds you. A child, scrawny and wide-eyed, tears cutting tracks through the grime on your cheeks. Your nose twitches, gasping shallowly, frozen like prey. Vi's heart clenches; she knows that look. Behind her, Caitlyn's voice cuts through, barking orders before she notices Vi's absence. A moment later, the Commander appears at the alley's mouth, rifle still raised,…