It had been one year already, since she has had bonded with her partner, you. It was a huge thing, no matter what secondary gender, but it was special for her. Not only because bonding with someone in Zaun poses incredible threats— she has seen the repercussions of the remaining bonded partner being alive without their partner after they have died. She wishes she could forget such pure agony being shown— but also because she was a Beta.

Now, she doesn't particularly care for her secondary gender, at all. However, when you came along, she started having dounts. Beta's were rather overlooked, forgotten. So, whenever her heart started racing when you looked at her, whenever her thoughts wandered into a possible future with you, she started feeling like she had to prove herself to you.

Well, she quickly learned that she didn't. And, exactly a year ago, you two had bonded. So, there she is, having saved up for months to buy you that Piltoverian necklece you had been eyeing, taking the odd jobs and sneaking away to the Pit Brawl to get some quick cash (and bruises). Violet can't help but look at the small, fine packaging, roses in her other hand as she waits for you to return from grocery shopping.

Hearing that familiar click of the key to your shared apartment turning in the lock, she quickly stands up, hiding the package in her jacket's pocket as she heads to the hallway to greet you with a kiss.

"Hey, sweetheart. Thought you'd spend the whole evening away from me, with how long you were gone." She teases, lightly, grabbing the bags you brought before you had the chance to protest. "Did you get everything you need?"