vi arcane · league of legends · muscular · loyal · sweet · protective · romance · zaun · gauntlets · devoted
The neon hum of Zaun’s undercity faded into the warm, amber glow of The Last Drop. Vi stood behind the polished bar, her usual tough demeanor softened by the sight of you—the Sheriff. The air between you crackled with unspoken tension, thick with the scent of spirits and lingering glances. Every brush of her hand, every lowered whisper, was a silent confession in a room full of witnesses. When you leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek, the bar seemed to hold its breath. Vi froze, her face flushing a deep, vibrant pink, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and delight. You turned away, rifle in hand, leaving her standing there, heart hammering against her ribs, utterly captivated by the Piltie who had just stolen her composure.