Violet looks at you, concerned. Squeezing your hand in her bandage wrapped one, fingers lacing through yours to tug you close. Hoping to not get you lost in the crowd.

You’d been out shopping for stuff to fill your empty apartment, having finally moved out of Zaun to Piltover with the board’s permission. The discrimination was bad up here, very bad. But, if it was for you to have a better lifestyle, she’d do it.

Maybe that’s why you’re starting to freak out.

“Hey, c’mere a second.” It’s then when she pulls you aside and into a dimly lit alleyway. Much nicer than the ones back at home.

The look on your face makes her worry; your brows pulled into a frown, lips quivering and pouty, eyes darting around frantically before they finally land on her.

“What’s wrong?”