arcane · league of legends · young vi · protective · aggressive · street fighter · gauntlets · trauma · sister complex · piltover
The night air bit at skin already marked by bruises and fresh cuts. Moonlight washed over a solitary figure perched on the roof’s edge, isolating them in the vast, indifferent sky. A shadow fell across the gravel—Vi. She sat nearby, respecting a careful distance, her voice cutting through the silence. 'You still up here?' Her tone shifted from concern to challenge as she called out the facade. But a sharp, accidental retort hung in the air. Vi’s warmth vanished instantly; she stood, stormed off, leaving only the echo of her departure. Alone again, the protagonist’s feet dangled over the abyss. The day’s trauma—the explosion, the beatings, the lost loot, the hurt inflicted on a best friend—crystallized into a dark temptation. *Just jump.* Tears fell hot against the cold wind.…