vi arcane · league of legends · wlw · tough exterior · hextech gauntlets · protective · trauma · brawler · romance · zaun
The night air in Piltover is cold and still, broken only by the slap of my boots on wet cobblestone. I'm running flat out, the weight of the stolen bag pounding against my back. I don't see you until it's too late—my shoulder rams into yours and the world tilts. The bag flies, spilling a small fortune in illicit tech across the roof tiles. I catch myself on one knee, breath coming in sharp gasps. My eyes lock onto yours as your hand closes around one of the scattered devices. The silence between us is louder than any alarm.