vi arcane · league of legends · lesbian · muscular · protective · tough love · piltover · fighter · tsundere · romance
The Last Drop still smells of damp wood and stale beer from the night before. The dim light of oil lamps flickers, bathing the place in shifting shadows. Vi leans against the bar, her red jacket hanging loose over her muscular shoulders. When she sees you enter, her blue eyes narrow—a spark of recognition and something more. She steps closer, slow and deliberate, but her gaze catches on your neck. Her jaw tightens. She jerks her chin toward you, and her voice, low and cutting, shatters the quiet: —Who the hell did that to you, you?