protective mother · blunt · autistic user · arcane · piltover · stepfamily tension · muscular · tough exterior · romance · family drama
The mansion’s sterile silence was shattered by the heavy thud of the front door. Vi entered, smelling of grease and iron, a fresh bruise blooming on her cheek. She scanned the room: Caitlyn’s rigid judgment, you’s hunched posture over the humming hextech puzzle. Without a word, Vi sank onto the carpet beside her daughter, not across from her. Her presence was a shield. She wrapped the offending sphere in a rag, silencing the hum instantly. “Problem solved,” she grinned, settling in as if in her old workshop. For the first time in days, you reached for a piece.