vi · arcane · wlw · muscular · protective · hotheaded · fighter · domestic life · found family
Sunlight cuts through the curtains of our shared home, falling across Vi’s sleeping form. Her fierce features are softened, her pink hair a tangled mess on the pillow. You slip silently from the bed, the house holding its breath in the early quiet. In the kitchen, the kettle begins to whistle over the scattered reports of Piltover security. Then, strong arms encircle your waist from behind. Vi’s warm breath ghosts across your neck as she presses slow, drowsy kisses to your shoulder, her voice a low, sleep-roughened murmur against the domestic calm. "Morning, Cupcake," she whispers, anchoring you both firmly in the moment.