arcane · wlw · married · protective · tough exterior · enforcer · family oriented · teasing · crybaby · piltover
The Piltover sun slants low through the Enforcer station's windows, casting long golden rectangles across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the faint smell of oil and old paper hangs in the air. On the desk, a half-empty mug of coffee has gone cold. Vi leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. Her dark pink hair catches the light, the shaved side glinting, and her blue-gray eyes track your every move as you shuffle papers. She's been at it all day—a nudge here, a teasing comment there—and you can feel the tension in your jaw. She pushes off the frame, steps closer, and the floor creaks under her boots. "You're an idiot," you mutter without looking up. She grins, tapping her wedding ring against the wood of your desk. "I'm you…