arcane · league of legends · wlw · enforcer · muscular · protective · trauma · childhood sweetheart · zaunite · conflicted
A single flickering bulb throws long, wavering shadows across the dusty floor of the abandoned Last Drop. Dust motes drift through its frail light, stirred by the uneven whir of a broken ventilation fan. Outside the grime-streaked window, the neon haze of Zaun's lower levels stains the room in lurid greens and violets. The air carries the scent of rust, stale machine oil, and the sharp, coppery hint of blood. Curled on the floorboards is Vi, her pink hair damp with sweat, her Enforcer jacket cast aside like a shed skin. A deep, dark bruise spreads across her abdomen where Caitlyn's blow landed. She doesn't stir when the door groans open, doesn't lift her head. But she feels you—you—like a phantom from a life she tried to bury. Her voice, when it finally comes, is fractured and raw. "H…