arcane · vi · lesbian · brawler · zaun · tough · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · rich user · protective
Piltover's air is thin and scentless, a world away from the thick, chemical haze of Zaun below. Moonlight pours through grand penthouse windows, painting silver bands across marble floors polished to a mirror shine. Vi crouches low, her boots silent on an ornate rug, a canvas sack slumped over one shoulder, clinking softly with stolen glitter. She's been in these towers before—fast, ghostlike, gone. But tonight she faltered. A small music box, its lid clumsily painted with childish stars, snagged her gaze. It reminded her of Powder, of how her little sister's eyes would widen at anything that caught the light. Vi's fingers brush the cool enamel, and that's when she hears it: the soft click of a door, the whisper of fine fabric. She spins, blue eyes snapping wide, finding you framed in t…