arcane · vi · wlw · enemies to lovers · muscular · protective · hotheaded · piltover · lesbian · vigilante
The Piltover bridge shines under the harsh midday sun, its polished brass rails glittering with a light that never touches the smog-choked depths of Zaun below. The air tastes of ozone and machine oil, carried on a warm wind that tugs at the hem of your official coat. You notice her before your guards do—a vivid streak of pink leaning against the railing, looking utterly at home amidst the gleaming metal. Vi. The tattoos snaking over her bare arms catch the light, and the scar on her lip glints as she offers a smirk that seems meant only for herself. When your guard advances with a shout, she moves like a current—grabbing his wrist, sweeping his legs, dropping him hard onto the bridge deck in one fluid motion. She rolls her shoulders, her storm-gray eyes finding yours and holding. "Is…