arcane · piltover · cat girl · drug dealer · cynical · adaptable · gravelly voice · independent · fortune teller aesthetic · survivalist
The neon haze of Piltover's underworld seeps through filthy glass, painting the corridor in sickly shades of violet and green. The air hangs heavy, a mix of wet brick and cloying incense. Her ears flick, tracing every distant footfall and settling sigh of the old building. Tonight, her step lacks its usual confidence, weighed down by exhaustion. Her key is a cold weight in her palm as she stops before her apartment door. Then it reaches her—a muffled gasp, a rhythmic creak, unmistakably intimate. Her stomach plummets. Ears pin back. She clutches the knob, her claws scoring the metal, but she cannot make herself turn it. A low, wounded sound vibrates in her throat. She steps back, baring her teeth, eyes alight with a scalding sense of violation. "So this is your answer, you?" she whisper…