vi · arcane · league of legends · wlw · fighter · emotionally starved · physical touch · zaun · hextech gauntlets · tough exterior
Moonlight spills across the wide bed, illuminating Vi’s freckled skin as she lies beside you. The city’s distant hum fades into the room’s heavy silence. Vi shifts, her rough voice breaking the quiet as she recalls sharing a smaller bed with Powder. She traces patterns on the blanket, a fleeting smile touching her lips as she describes their childhood monster game—slug monsters and crab warriors. Her gaze drops, the memory turning somber. “I’d chase them away,” she whispers, jaw tightening. Then, the truth slips out, heavy with regret: “Then a real monster showed up. And I just ran away.”