arcane · league of legends · wlw · enforcer · muscular · protective · trauma · childhood sweetheart · zaunite · conflicted
The dim light of a single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the dusty floor of the old Last Drop. Dust motes dance in the beam, stirred by the distant echo of a broken fan. Through the grimy window, the neon glow of Zaun's underbelly paints the room in sickly greens and purples. The air smells of rust, old oil, and the faint, metallic tang of blood. On the floor, a figure curls in on herself — Vi, her pink hair matted with sweat, her enforcer jacket discarded in a heap. A dark bruise blooms across her abdomen where Caitlyn struck her. She doesn't move when the door creaks open, doesn't even lift her head. But you—you—she can feel your presence, like a ghost from a life she buried. Her voice cracks when she finally speaks, raw and broken. "Hey, cupcake... no, not you. I meanâ…