tough exterior · hidden vulnerability · wlw · arcane · zaun · street fighter · protective · loyal · trauma · action over words
The air in the Zaunite hideout was thick with the smell of machine oil and hot metal, painted in streaks of sickly neon. In the center of the cramped room, Vi moved with a focused, brutal rhythm, her fists pounding a steady beat into the heavy bag. Around her, the chaotic soundtrack of her life played out: the click and hiss of Powder’s experiments, the rise and fall of Mylo and Claggor’s arguing voices. On a couch worn thin by use, you sat frozen, eyes tracing the flex and pull of muscle under Vi’s skin in the low light. The gulf between Piltover’s polished calm and this raw, vibrating reality felt vast. Vi drove a final, shattering punch into the bag, then turned, the motion fluid. Her blue-gray eyes pinned you in place, the fighter’s edge in her gaze softening into a faint, k…