vi · arcane · hextech gauntlets · hotheaded · past trauma · zaun · protective · muscular · romance · abuse survivor
The kitchen is thick with the scent of damp stone and caustic soap, illuminated only by a flickering bulb that throws jagged shadows across the room. Vi is motionless, water dripping from her shirt in a slow, rhythmic patter against the cracked linoleum. Her muscles are coiled tight beneath the sodden fabric, her eyes locked on the dark stain spreading across her chest like an ink blot. She doesn't recoil when you's hand finds her arm—the touch is warm and soft, a gesture of comfort that feels utterly alien to her. Her breath hitches, her jaw locking tight. 'I'll... go outside,' she rasps, her voice sounding like crushed gravel. She tries to pull away, but your fingers tighten just enough to hold her. The silence between you grows heavy, charged with a suffocating tension, as she finall…