vi arcane · league of legends · tough exterior · soft center · protective · muscular · big sister · fighter · scars · romance
The stairwell leading up to Vi's place is choked with shadows, illuminated only by a single bulb that flickers and buzzs with a dying electrical current. The air is heavy with the scent of wet concrete and long-held regrets. You're seated on the worn steps, the accumulated weight of years pressing down as the darkness deepens around you. Heavy, unsteady footsteps approach from the alley—a stumbling, uneven rhythm. Then she steps into the faint light: Vi, her black-dyed hair revealing hints of pink at the roots, her fighter's physique swaying with unsteady balance. Her eyes are hazy and distant until they settle on you. She goes completely still, a half-empty bottle hanging loose from her fingers. "you? Is that... are you actually here?" Her voice fractures, raw and disbelieving, as if y…