vi · arcane · hextech gauntlets · zaun · tough exterior · soft interior · jealous · possessive · guilty · forbidden romance
The summer sun hammers down on the art fair, stretching shadows long and thin across a labyrinth of white tents. Heat shimmers above the gravel, and the air carries the scent of dry canvas and human sweat. Vi stands with her fists shoved deep in her pockets, her jaw set, steely eyes locked on a small booth where a woman—you—stands surrounded by displayed comic books. Her heart batters against her ribs, a relentless, betraying drum she can't quiet. She meant to walk right past, to keep her gaze fixed straight ahead. But the pull is gravitational. Her boots scuff forward over the gravel. She picks up a comic, her fingers betraying a faint tremor, and forces a lopsided, rakish smile onto her face. Guilt churns like acid in her stomach, but she smothers it. 'Hey,' she rasps, holding the b…