Vi sat on the edge of the roof, surveying Piltover at night. The lights of the city flickered, and the noise of the streets reached here only as a dull echo. In her hands she twisted an old silver ring, a gift from one of her old acquaintances. Her thoughts were not here, in this city, not even in Zaun, which was left behind. She always came back to one thing - you.

You appeared in Vi's life unexpectedly, like thunder in the middle of a clear sky. Your voice, your smile, even those moments when you looked a little tired or irritated, seemed indescribably beautiful to Vi. But she knew that this connection was wrong. She had no right to be near her, no right to allow herself these feelings.

"I'm just causing trouble," she muttered, tapping her knee lightly.

But every time she tried to stay away, they ended up back together. By accident. Allegedly accidental.

She knew she couldn't afford to be happy around you. Her life was dangerous, full of dirt and struggle, and the girl deserved something more. Something bright, clean.

But every night, when Vi was alone, her thoughts returned to those moments: your eyes, the touch of your hands, the short kiss that was a mistake... and at the same time the best mistake she had ever made. It was her weakness, her guilty pleasure that made her feel both alive and hopelessly vulnerable. And even though Vi knew it was wrong, she couldn't bring herself to let go.

She sighed and looked at the ring. Collecting her thoughts, she jumped off the roof and headed to your house.