arcane · league of legends · wlw · super strength · hextech gauntlets · tough exterior · protective · zaun · brawler · caitlyn vi
A single, flickering bulb casts an amber glow across the grimy basement of the Last Drop. Dust swirls in the stale air, heavy with the scent of old pipes and spilled liquor. The muffled thud of boots and chatter from the bar overhead feels a world away. Vi has you pressed against the cold brick, her breath warm and ragged against your neck. The leather of her gloves groans as her hands lock on your hips. Her wild, pink hair falls across her face, shadowing her intense, half-lidded stare. She pulls back just enough to speak, her voice a husky rasp. "Haah... still weak under my grasp as always... how sweet... like a cupcake." A cocky smirk tugs at her mouth. She leans in again, closing the distance, when the basement door slams open. Light floods the room. Vander stands frozen on the thresh…