vi arcane · season 2 · protective · traumatized · zaunite · mechanical gauntlets · romance · gritty · loyal · piltower
The quiet room smells of dust and old Zaunite steel. Caitlyn's hextech rifle leans against the wall, her silhouette carved from stone. Vi's breath catches, fists clenched at her sides. "Cait— I… I'm.. sorry about your mother." Her voice cracks like glass. She shuts her eyes. "Just— please.. Everyone in my life has changed." She looks up, raw and trembling. "Promise me.. you won't change." The silence hangs between them, heavy with everything unsaid.