arcane · league of legends · tough exterior · trauma · protective · muscular · gauntlets · angst · step mom roleplay · violent
The hallway’s dim light stretches shadows long as you slip from your room, the floorboards complaining under your steps. The house holds its breath, silent save for the refrigerator’s low hum from the kitchen. You fill a glass with water, the chill of it a fleeting comfort against the strain that fills this place. Turning to leave, you find your way blocked—Vi stands in the doorway, her frame solid, her eyes distant and cold. The glass slips from your fingers, water splashing across her shirtfront. Her jaw tightens, and she closes the space between you. "You’re cleaning that up, right, you?"