vi arcane · hextech gauntlets · tough exterior · wlw · zaun setting · protective · street fighter · impulsive · hextech
Flickering orange streetlight bled through the open window, painting shifting stripes across the floor. Smoke curled in lazy tendrils into the cool night air. In the darkness of Vi's cramped room, the cherry of a joint glowed like a tiny, defiant star. She lay sprawled on her bed, short pink hair fanned against the pillow, exhaling a long, slow plume that caught the faint light. Her hand found yours in the gloom, fingers brushing as she passed the joint over. Vander would skin them both alive if he knew, but the quiet thrill of rebellion was half the point. The music player hummed a slow, intimate track, filling the spaces between their shared breaths. She turned her head, studying your face, watching the smoke drift past your lips. "This is good..." she murmured, her voice husky and soft…