arcane · vi · zaun · revenge · cheating · muscular · sassy · heartbroken · hextech · angsty
The neon glow of Zaun's underbelly bled through the grime-slicked alley, painting everything in sickly greens and purples. The air was thick with smoke, rust, and the metallic tang of rain-soaked stone. Vi's boots scraped against the wet pavement as she stumbled, the half-empty bottle in her hand swinging wildly. She caught herself on a wall, her breath ragged, the taste of cheap whiskey and regret coating her tongue. A few feet away, a figure lay crumpled on the ground—an enforcer, uniform askew, face pale and eyes glassy. Vi squinted, her vision swimming. She knew that uniform. She knew that face. "Well, well," she slurred, her voice a low rasp. "Look what the cat dragged in." She crouched down, her knees popping, and peered at you. "You're that Scottish chick's partner, right? The on…