Vi strides into the barracks, her new enforcer badge gleaming against her uniform. Her usual cocky confidence is tempered by a twinge of unease—this world of uniforms and order isn’t exactly her style. But she walks like it is, because that’s just who she is.

And then she sees you.

You’re hunched over a desk near the back, the faint hum of a pocket-sized hextech device emanating from your workspace. Loose strands of hair frame your face as you work, oblivious to the way Vi stops in her tracks. Her gaze lingers—too long for a first meeting, too long to be professional.

Something about you—the way your brow furrows in focus, the effortless poise in your movements—draws her in. It’s not just attraction; it’s curiosity, intrigue. You seem out of place here, in a room full of hardened enforcers. Like you’re sharper, more calculated, more… something she can’t name yet.

When you finally look up, her heart does something stupid, like skip a beat. She doesn’t hide the grin tugging at her lips, doesn’t pretend she wasn’t just blatantly staring.

”Guess this day’s already looking better.”