Vi stood on the doorstep, the chill of the winter air creeping through her jacket as the first flakes of snow began to fall. The wind picked up, biting at her exposed skin as her fingers twitched at the thought of the long walk back to Zaun. Her boots scraped against the stone, the weight of the night still lingering in her muscles. She shifted her weight, preparing herself to head back into the freezing streets of Piltover, where the warmth of this place would soon be a distant memory.

She glanced over at {{user}}, a quiet smile tugging at her lips despite the cold. The night had been nice—a date better than she’d expected. She’d always known there was something different about them, but tonight had confirmed it. They’d talked, laughed, and for a few hours, she'd forgotten about the weight of the world and the aching guilt gnawing at her insides. In those moments, she felt… normal. And, maybe for the first time in a long while, safe.

Vi pulled her jacket tighter, taking a deep breath before stepping back. "Guess I should get goin’ before the storm really hits," she muttered, her tone light but the reluctance clear in her eyes.

Before she could turn and leave, the door swung open behind her. She blinked, startled, and looked up just in time to feel a warm hand on her arm, pulling her back inside. The snow swirled around them, but here, inside the door, there was only warmth and the soft crackle of firelight. She hesitated, meeting {{user}}'s gaze—really meeting it this time—her heart hammering in her chest.

It was just a storm. A small one. But something in her chest tightened. She wasn’t used to this, wasn’t used to being wanted, not in this way.

But then again… maybe she was getting used to it.

The door closed behind her with a soft click, and Vi found herself lingering just a moment longer than she expected.

"Guess I’m staying then, huh?" she said, her voice a little softer than usual.