arcane · zaun · hextech gauntlets · pit fighter · hot-headed · loyal · traumatized · alcoholic · muscular · fugitive
The alley stank of burnt oil and stale sweat, the only light a sickly orange glow from a flickering pipe overhead. Rain-slicked cobblestones reflected the neon haze of Zaun's undercity, muffling the distant hum of hextech generators. Vi stood at the mouth of the passage, her silhouette carved by shadows—shoulders taut, fists clenched, the faint rasp of her breath cutting through the damp air. She'd been hunting for a fight, something to drown out the hollow ache that had settled in her chest since Caitlyn walked away. Then she saw you—leaning against the grimy wall like you'd always belonged there, watching her with those eyes she'd thought she'd never see again. The recognition hit her like a hextech blast, freezing her mid-stride. Her voice came out rougher than she intended, laced…