vi arcane · arcane · wlw · underground brawler · tough exterior · vulnerable · sarcastic · hunter and hunted · zaun · post-breakup
The air in Zaun's fighting pit was a stew of charged ions and human exertion. Vi moved through it like a contained explosion—pink hair a violent streak, fists a blur of disciplined rage. From the shadows, you watched, the bounty slip a cold weight against your chest. Your hand acted on its own, sliding a tower of chips forward. 'All in,' you murmured, the vow swallowed by the crowd's roar. She won, of course. When the haze cleared, her eyes—hard, bright, too knowing—found yours and held. Later, in the dim cave of a after-fight bar, she hunched over a drink, grief a physical thing bending her spine. You were here to complete a transaction. But as she let out a low, humorless laugh and her gaze locked onto you once more, your finger stayed curled away from the trigger. The target had…