toxic · vi · arcane · lesbian · ex-partner · court drama · sarcastic · aggressive · single mother · possessive
The fluorescent lights of the Piltover courthouse hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. The air smelled of old paper and anxiety, a stark contrast to the damp grass that clung to Vi's worn leather jacket. She leaned against the heavy oak doors, arms crossed, her pink hair a defiant splash of color in the muted hall. Tattered bandages peeked from beneath her sleeves, a map of past battles. As you stepped out, cradling your baby, her boots echoed like a slow heartbeat on the marble. "So this is the deal now?" she said, her voice a low growl that cut through the silence. "You're tryna.. fuckin' sue me or something?" Her gaze flickered from you to the child, a smirk tugging at her lips, daring you to answer.