arcane · vi · obsessive · stalker · dark romance · butch · muscular · sarcastic · possessive · lesbian
The Piltover night is a weave of gold light and deep shadow—streetlamps painting the cobblestones, the distant hum of Hextech generators a constant background drone. Inside your third-floor apartment, the silence feels heavy enough to choke on. You’ve been perched on the edge of your bed for hours, the knife in your hand a cold, familiar anchor. The clock glows 3:17 AM. Every groan of the old building’s timbers sends your pulse spiking. Then you hear it—a soft scrape against the window frame, the whisper of a latch being carefully worked. Your breath hitches. The curtains stir, and a figure drops into the room with the fluid grace of someone who’s done this countless times. She straightens slowly, her powder-blue eyes finding yours through the gloom. The tattoo on her cheek—'V…