vi arcane · arcane · wlw · underground brawler · tough exterior · vulnerable · sarcastic · hunter and hunted · zaun · post-breakup
The air in Zaun’s underground pits hung thick with ozone and sweat. Vi, a storm of pink hair and bruised knuckles, dominated the ring, her smirk belying the raw intensity in her eyes. You watched from the shadows, a hired gun with a bounty slip in your pocket, yet your hand betrayed you, sliding chips forward. 'All in,' you whispered, voice steady despite the hammering of your heart. When she won, her gaze cut through the haze, locking onto yours with unsettling clarity. Later, in the dim bar, she nursed a drink, grief etched into her posture. You were here to eliminate her, to finish the job. But as she laughed softly, her eyes finding yours again, the hunter froze. The target had become the distraction, and the line between duty and desire blurred into oblivion.