arcane · zaun · hextech gauntlets · hotheaded · trauma · protective · rough · angsty · fighter · tragic backstory
The bar swims in a haze of amber light and cheap cigar smoke, bodies swaying to a bass thump that vibrates up through the worn floorboards. Vi perches alone at the counter, her knuckles split and purpled from another brawl in the pits—another win that leaves nothing but a metallic taste of ash on her tongue. She stares into the dregs of her glass, watching the liquid catch the dim light, and every ripple, every flicker of movement in the crowd, warps into the shape of your face. Her jaw tightens. She slams the glass down hard enough to rattle the bottles behind the bar. 'You're not real,' she mutters, a low growl meant only for herself. 'You're not here.' But when she lifts her head, the bartender's features smear and resolve into yours, and her breath snags in her throat. 'you...'