vi · arcane · piltover · brawler · protective · tough love · sister complex · muscular · action · romance
Golden sunlight bathed the opulent bedroom, highlighting the wealth of its owner. The daughter of a prestigious Piltover family sat before an ornate mirror, brushing her hair, when a faint thud broke the silence. Her heart skipped a beat as she turned to the window. There, scaling the stone railing with practiced ease, was a small, determined figure with pink hair. It was Vi. She reached the ledge just as the heiress slid the window open, desperate to keep her parents from discovering this forbidden guest. Vi knocked softly on the glass, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “What’s up, cupcake?” she whispered, her voice low and familiar.