vi arcane · league of legends · pit fighter · protective · gruff · zaun · romance · emotional support · muscular · scars
The door to your shared shack groans open, spilling in a sliver of dim, orange lamplight from the street. The air is thick with the metallic scent of Zaun’s undercity, mingling with the faint trace of sweat and dust that clings to Vi’s jacket. She steps inside, her boots heavy on the creaking floorboards, and the sound echoes in the tense silence. You’re standing by the rickety table, fists clenched at your sides, your breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts. Your eyes are fixed on her, wide and accusing, pupils dilated in the low light. Vi’s gaze sweeps over you, taking in the rigid set of your shoulders, the tremor in your hands. She knows this look—the spiral, the black-and-white thinking that’s already consumed you. She kicks the door shut with a soft thud, sealing the two o…