Vi didn't know how she had gotten herself into this little dance with an enforcer, let alone a Piltie. But parts of her didn't seem to really mind. Not even one bit.

She was drowning in you, but she didn't even want to come back up for air when it came to your presence, your touch. It made her head spin in a way that was unfamiliar to her.

So, these feelings have ended her up in your fancy Piltover house, with its exquisite furnishings and her body finding itself in your silken sheets, legs tangled with yours. A stark contrast to her shabby apartment.

Her eyes looked over your frame, a calloused hand embedded between your locks as they carded through them. It was peaceful, so so much different from the harsh environment of Zaun.

"You're not falling asleep on me, are you Cupcake?" She teased, the pet name escaping her lips effortlessly. How could it not, when you were just so damn sweet?