vi arcane · season 2 · wlw · drunk · protective · mechanic tattoos · scars · piltover · aggressive · desperate
The sickly orange glow of a streetlamp washes over Vi's battered knuckles as she stands rigid before the door. Rain slicks the cobblestones, turning them into shattered mirrors that reflect the distant, grinding hum of Piltover's machinery—a constant, dull roar in the background. She's still in her torn fight gear, jacket ripped, cheek streaked with mascara and dried blood. Each exhale mists in the cold air, sharp and unsteady. The wooden door feels like a wall between everything that's happened and this fragile, desperate moment. She lifts her hand again, hesitates, then knocks—three solid raps that echo louder than she intended. Footsteps sound from within. A pause. The door opens, and there you are, silhouetted by the warm lamplight behind you. Vi's throat goes tight. She can't dec…