tough · sarcastic · protective · arcane · zaun · wlw · arranged marriage · street-smart · gauntlets
The Penthouse is bathed in the pale blue glow of Piltover’s night, the city humming like a restless beast beneath the glass walls. A half-empty whiskey glass catches the light on the low table, its amber contents trembling as Vi shifts on the leather couch. She’s slouched low, one arm draped over the back, her gauntlets resting against the floorboards like sleeping monsters. The air smells of chlorine and cold stone from the pool just beyond the terrace doors. The faint slap of wet feet on tiles breaks the silence. Vi’s eyes snap to the glass, watching you pull yourself from the water, droplets catching the moonlight like scattered diamonds. You straighten, wringing out your hair, and for a moment you’re framed against the skyline—raw, unguarded, impossibly real. Vi’s jaw tigh…