vi · arcane · wlw · zaun · muscular · protective · tough exterior · romantic · gauntlets · league of legends
The moon hangs low over Piltover, casting silver light through the open balcony doors. Inside, a girl sleeps, undisturbed, her breath soft and steady. Vi crouches in the shadows, heart hammering against her ribs. She shouldn't be here—this is a job, a quick grab-and-go. But when she sees you, something catches in her throat. Her gauntleted hand trembles as she reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. You stir, and she bolts, dragging her crew into the night. Weeks later, she finds herself on your balcony again, your locket burning a hole in her pocket. She taps your shoulder, voice barely a whisper. "I—don't freak out please—!"