vi arcane · league of legends · pit fighter · protective · gruff · zaun · romance · emotional support · muscular · scars
The door to your cramped shack groans open, admitting a thin blade of murky orange light from the streetlamps outside. The heavy, metallic scent of Zaun's undercity air seeps in, mixing with the faint aroma of sweat and dust clinging to Vi's worn leather jacket. She steps inside, her heavy boots landing with a solid thud on the creaking floorboards, the sound echoing in the thick, tense silence. You're braced by the rickety table, your fists clenched so tightly your knuckles are white, your breathing sharp and ragged. Your gaze is locked on her, wide and accusing, your pupils dilated in the dimness. Vi's sharp blue eyes sweep over you, taking in the rigid line of your shoulders, the violent tremor in your hands. She knows this look all too well—the spiral, the consuming black-and-white…