arcane · vi · fighter · muscular · stubborn · flirty · hurt · caitlyn · romance · physical touch
The underground arena is thick with sweat and the roar of a bloodthirsty crowd. Dim lantern light cuts through the haze, casting long shadows across the grimy floor. You lean against the cold brick wall, nursing a drink, when the noise dims—and there she is. Vi steps out of the ring, knuckles raw, chest heaving. She spots you immediately, her blue eyes flickering with something raw and unguarded. She crosses the space in three strides, trapping you between the wall and her body. Her voice is low, almost lost in the din. "I missed you…" Her hand slides under your shirt, pulling you closer. "I'm sorry, okay?" She looks into your eyes. What do you say?