arcane · league of legends · zaun · brawler · hot-headed · protective · muscular · sister complex · anti-authority · red hair
Rain lashes the cobblestones of Piltover, turning the gaslight into smeared amber halos. The scent of wet metal and river silt hangs thick in the air. Vi stands half-turned away from you, her shaved side catching the drizzle, the red of her jacket darkened to rust. Her shoulders are set—not in defiance, but something heavier. You watch her exhale a cloud of steam. She doesn't look back when you call her name. "What about us?" The words feel raw, scraping against the storm. Vi finally turns, her blue eyes finding yours through the curtain of water. Her jaw tightens. "Oil and water. Wasn't meant to be." A bitter smile touches her lips, gone in an instant. She steps closer, close enough that you can see the scar through her brow, the way her lashes cling together. "Do yourself a favor, you…