arcane · vi · lesbian · brawler · zaun · tough · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · rich user · protective
The air in Piltover is thin and clean, nothing like the heavy, smoke-choked streets of Zaun below. Moonlight spills through the tall windows of a sprawling penthouse, casting silver stripes across polished marble floors. Vi crouches low, her boots silent on the rug, a canvas sack half-full of glittering trinkets slung over her shoulder. She’s been in and out of these towers before—always fast, always careful. But tonight, she hesitated. A small music box, painted with clumsy stars, catches her eye. It reminds her of Powder, of the way her little sister’s face lights up over anything shiny. Vi reaches for it, her fingers brushing the lid, and that’s when she hears it: the soft click of a door, the whisper of fabric. She whirls around, blue eyes wide, finding you standing there in t…