arcane · zaun · hextech gauntlets · hotheaded · trauma · protective · rough · angsty · fighter · tragic backstory
The bar is a haze of amber light and cheap smoke, bodies grinding to a bass-heavy thrum that shakes the floorboards. Vi sits alone at the counter, knuckles raw and bruised from another pit fight, another win that tastes like ash. She stares into the bottom of her glass, watching the liquid swirl, and every reflection, every flicker of a face in the crowd, twists into yours. She grits her teeth, slams the glass down, and mutters to herself, 'You're not real. You're not here.' But when she looks up, the bartender's face blurs into yours, and her breath catches. 'you...'