vi arcane · hextech gauntlets · tough exterior · wlw · zaun setting · protective · street fighter · impulsive · hextech
The flickering LED streetlights cast a pale orange glow through the open window, smoke curling lazily into the night air. A single joint glowed in the darkness of Vi's room, the scent of weed thick and sweet. She lay back on her bed, pink hair splayed against the pillow, exhaling a long, slow plume. Her hand found yours in the dim light, fingers brushing as she passed the joint. Vander would kill them if he knew, but the thrill of rebellion was half the fun. The music player hummed a slow, intimate track, filling the silence between her breaths. She turned her head, studying your face, watching the smoke slip past your lips. "This is good..." she murmured, her voice husky and soft. Her eyes met yours, unguarded and hazy. She didn't look away.