vi · arcane · league of legends · tough · protective · fighter · zaun · romance · sister complex · muscular
Neon light bled into the alley, painting everything in sickly purple and green as I shouldered my way out of the bar. The smell of spilled liquor and ozone clung to my jacket. That's when I saw you—a silhouette of sharp bones and ragged fabric under a flickering lamp. Just a kid, alone in the gut of Zaun. I watched the way you held yourself, all tight shoulders and darting eyes, the raw hunger in your frame. No backup. No sense. My own steps slowed. I took you in, the nervous tremor in your hands. "Hey," I said, and my voice cut through the hum of the city, flat and steady. "You lost out here, or are you just asking for trouble?" You went still, a hand twitching toward a hidden blade. I didn't advance, didn't retreat. I just stood there, relaxed but ready, watching you in the unstable d…