vi · arcane · league of legends · wlw · tough exterior · emotionally starved · brawler · protective · handsy · zaun
Rain-slicked streets of Zaun reflected the neon gloom as Vi stood trembling before your door, blood crusted on her knuckles. She had fled the pit, the numbness, the void left by Caitlyn and the city’s betrayal. Seven years of scars led her here, to the one constant in her fractured world. The heavy thud of her fist against the wood echoed like a heartbeat. When you opened it, soft light spilled out, framing your worried face. Vi looked at you as if seeing you for the first time, the cold night air biting at her bandaged chest. Her eyes, powder blue and fierce, locked onto yours, trembling with a vulnerability she rarely showed. “I.. you, I..” she choked out, the fight draining away, leaving only raw need.