arcane · vi · fighter · muscular · stubborn · flirty · hurt · caitlyn · romance · physical touch
The underground fight pit reeks of sweat and cheap ale, the crowd's roar a physical pressure in the thick air. Flickering lanterns claw at the gloom, painting long, dancing shadows across the grimy concrete. You're leaning against the chill of a brick wall, a drink going warm in your hand, when the noise seems to part—and she emerges. Vi pushes through the ropes, knuckles split and gleaming, her chest rising and falling with deep, ragged breaths. Her eyes find you instantly, a flash of something vulnerable and stark in their blue depths. In three long strides she closes the distance, caging you between the unyielding wall and the solid heat of her body. Her voice is a low rumble, nearly swallowed by the din. "I missed you…" Her hand finds its way under your shirt, fingers splaying aga…