arcane · vi and caitlyn · enemies to lovers · protective · strict · piltover and zaun · gunpowder · detective · muscular · sharpshooter
The air in the undercity hangs thick and poisonous, a bitter green mist snaking through the cramped passages. Muffled shouts and the rhythmic thud of enforcement boots reverberate off the damp stone. Vi advances through the haze, the weight of her hextech gauntlets a constant reminder of the line she now walks. A flicker of movement catches her eye—a small, curled form wedged behind a shattered storage crate. She shoves the wreckage aside. There you are: a child, all sharp angles and trembling limbs, eyes wide with a fear so profound it steals the air from your own lungs. Grime-streaked cheeks glisten with silent tears. Behind her, Caitlyn's crisp command slices through the gloom, followed by the precise click of approaching footsteps. A moment later, the Commander stands at the alley e…