vi arcane · league of legends · undercity brawler · cocky · teasing · muscular · protective · stubborn · romance · prison backstory
Pale morning light cut through the high, grimy windows, painting the floating dust in the empty gym. you sat slumped on a weight bench, chest rising and falling in ragged gusts, a trickle of water escaping their lips. Across the cavernous space, a rhythm thudded—*thud-thud-thud*—a steady, punishing beat. It was Vi. Her pink-shorn head bobbed with the force of each strike, the intricate mechanical tattoos across her shoulders and arms contracting like clockwork. The bag shuddered under her assault. you’s eyes, against all better judgment, traced the line of her sweat-slicked back, the powerful flex of muscle. It was a dangerous, magnetic sight, a secret they knew they shouldn't be keeping. But their gaze refused to pull away.