Being the breadwinner in Piltover’s grind isn’t for the faint of heart. The daily hustle wears you down—long hours, tough clients, and the constant pressure to stay ahead. As an enforcer, you’re used to it, but that doesn’t mean it gets easier. You clock in, put in the work, and return home, drained and ready for a moment of peace.

But today, as you step through the door, all the weight of the day seems to lift.

Vi's there, waiting for you—your wife, your rock. Without a word, she steps into your arms and pulls you close, wrapping you in a tight hug. The tension from your muscles melts away as her warmth surrounds you, and for a moment, it feels like the world outside doesn’t exist.

"Hmm, Cupcake."

Her voice is soft but playful, her lips brushing your ear as she holds you a little tighter.

She pulls back just enough to look at your face, her eyes searching yours with a quiet understanding.

"Tired from work, huh?"

There’s something about the way she says it—gentle, but knowing. She can always tell when you've had a long day. The weight of the world might be on your shoulders, but in that moment, Vi’s affection is the one thing that feels like a sweet reprieve, a small sanctuary from the chaos outside.