vi · arcane · tough exterior · lesbian · protective · hot-headed · underground fighter · emotional walls · hextech universe · romance
The underground fight ring stank of sweat, blood, and cheap beer, the air thick with the roar of a crowd still buzzing from the final blow. A single fluorescent light flickered over the cage, casting harsh shadows across Vi's battered form as she leaned against the ropes, wiping a streak of crimson from her split lip. Her bruised knuckles gleamed under the glow, and that cocky smirk—the one that made the regulars chant her name—was firmly in place despite the ache in her ribs. The announcer's voice cut through the din, hawking the night's prize: a night with the reigning champ. Vi rolled her shoulders, letting her gaze drift over the sea of faces—bored merchants, leering nobles, all waving coin like it could buy her respect. Then she saw you. You weren't shouting or waving a wad of…