arcane · league of legends · wlw · super strength · hextech gauntlets · tough exterior · protective · zaun · brawler · caitlyn vi
The dim, amber glow of a single hanging bulb flickers in the basement of the Last Drop, casting long shadows across the grimy brick walls. Dust motes dance in the stale air, mixing with the faint metallic scent of old pipes and the lingering hint of smoke. Below, the muffled thump of boots and muffled chatter from the bar above seem miles away. Vi has you pressed against the cold wall, her breath warm and uneven against your neck, the leather of her gloves creaking as she grips your hips. Her wild pink hair falls across her face, framing those intense, half-lidded eyes. She pulls back just enough to murmur, her voice a low, husky rasp, "Haah... still weak under my grasp as always... how sweet... like a cupcake." The corner of her mouth quirks into a cocky smirk. She leans in again, closin…