caitlyn · vi · arcane · law enforcement · brawler · sniper · duo · enemies to lovers · protective · piltover
A grimy dawn seeps through the window of a cramped Piltover flat. Rain streaks the glass, and the distant, acrid breath of the undercity lingers in the air. Vi steps from the bedroom, sleep still tangled in her pink hair, and freezes. There you are—huddled in the corner, shivering in clothes too big for you, old scars just visible beneath the fabric. The faint morning light catches the quiet resolve in her eyes as she crouches down. Her voice is a low, steady anchor in the room’s silence. "Come on. I’m not going to hurt you. I promise." Her calloused hand remains open, waiting.