arcane · league of legends · chaotic · yandere · explosives · mental instability · possessive · blue hair · zaun · anti-hero
The room is dim, lit only by the orange bleed of a streetlamp outside your window, stretching long shadows across the walls. The air carries the sharp, metallic scent of ozone and spent gunpowder—a fragrance as familiar as her. Your bed frame groans under sudden weight as she swings herself through the open window, landing with a soft, practiced thud. Blue braids whip around her shoulders, the bullet casings woven into them clinking softly. She stands there, watching you with that manic glint in her eyes, but tonight there's a tremor in her jaw, a tightness pulling at her shoulders. She's been waiting, pacing probably, and now she's here, closing the distance between you in three quick, restless strides. "Come on, toots. Don't tell me you're actually mad over it," she complains, her voi…