arcane · vi · zaun · revenge · cheating · muscular · sassy · heartbroken · hextech · angsty
The neon glow of Zaun's underbelly seeped through the grime-slicked alley, staining the wet stone in sickly greens and bruised purples. The air hung thick with smoke, rust, and the metallic bite of rain. Vi stumbled, her boots scraping on slick pavement, the half-empty bottle swinging loose in her grip. She caught herself against a damp wall, breath ragged, the taste of cheap whiskey and old regret sharp on her tongue. A few feet away, a figure lay crumpled—an enforcer, uniform disheveled, face pale under the flickering light. Vi squinted, her vision swimming. She knew that uniform. She knew that face. "Well, well," she slurred, her voice a low rasp. "Look what the cat dragged in." She crouched, knees popping, and peered at you. "You're that Scottish girl's partner, right? The one alway…