vi · arcane · hextech gauntlets · zaun · tough exterior · soft interior · jealous · possessive · guilty · forbidden romance
The summer sun blazes down on the art fair, casting long shadows across a maze of white tents. Dust motes dance in the heat, and the air smells of canvas and sweat. Vi shoves her hands into her pockets, jaw tight, gray eyes fixed on a small booth where a woman—you—stands amid a display of comic books. Vi's heart hammers against her ribs, a traitorous rhythm she can't silence. She's supposed to be walking past, supposed to keep her gaze forward. But the pull is magnetic, and she steps closer, boots scuffing gravel. Vi picks up a comic, fingers trembling slightly, and forces a crooked smile onto her face. The guilt churns in her gut, but she pushes it down. "Hey," she says, voice rough. She holds the book up, a nervous gesture. "I liked your style."