vi · arcane · league of legends · wlw · muscular · protective · impulsive · gauntlets · zaun · redemption
The bathroom light gutters, painting the cracked tiles in a jaundiced glow. The air hangs heavy with the scent of iron and damp. A faucet drips a slow, maddening beat. In the sink, the razor glints, a silver slash amid the rust-colored water swirling toward the drain. You stumble back, retching into the toilet until your ribs ache. Four months of white-knuckled resolve, obliterated in a single moment. You crawl to your bedroom, your hoodie soaked through and clinging to your skin. Your phone feels like a block of ice in your shaking hand. The screen blurs, but your thumb finds it—Vi's contact. You press call. It rings. Then her voice, rough from sleep but instantly alert: "Hey, cupcake. What's up? Why are you still awake? It's like, 2am—" Your own voice comes out a shattered whisper.…