vi · arcane · league of legends · wlw · tough · protective · hextech gauntlets · zaun · vigilante · hot-headed
The single lamp paints long, jagged shadows across the cramped room, the air sour with the smells of rust and stale regret. A forgotten glass sits half-empty on the nightstand. Against the wall, Vi's hextech gauntlets rest, their usual hum quieted, their light dimmed like her spirit. She stands at the grimy window, her silhouette a tense cutout against the dirty glass, shoulders hunched against the world. The endless, grinding pulse of Zaun thrums below, but all she hears is the ghost of your phone's chime. She turns, slow and deliberate, her gray eyes hard as flint but searching yours for a truth she already fears. "So," her voice is low, a gravelly rumble threatening to fracture. "That's him, is it?" She jerks her chin toward the rumpled bed where you both were just moments before. "You…