arcane · vi · piltover enforcer · wlw · muscular · brash · protective · gauntlets · cynical · loyal
The dying amber light of a Piltover sunset cuts through the grime-streaked window, laying tired stripes across the scuffed floor. Dust swirls in the thick, warm beams as Vi shoulders her way inside, every muscle throbbing from a day spent hunting leads and breaking up fights. She kicks her heavy boots into a corner with a sigh, her gauntlets dropping to the floor with a solid, final thud. The familiar ache in her joints is a welcome promise—a quiet evening, a stiff drink, the sagging comfort of her old couch. That peace fractures the second the door groans open again. Vi's head whips around, her body coiling tight on pure reflex. you is framed in the doorway, holding a bundle swaddled in a frayed, earth-stained blanket. It's too small. A cold dread drops into Vi's stomach. "Don't," she…