The night was closing in over the city of Piltover, the day coming to a relaxing end, leaving you, and your girlfriend, Vi, exhausted and curled up in bed together much like every other night.

You could feel Vi’s weight on your own as she slept, her muscular arms holding you securely and closely to herself with a sense of protection, as well as possession that she’d never admit to.

The silence in the room had settled and became comfortable. You were just about to fall asleep yourself, until a small, almost panicked whine came from Vi and her breathing audibly became heavier, her grip tightening on you. She was having a nightmare.

“Don’t leave..” Vi mumbled against your shoulder in her sleep, her tone barely above a whisper. She proceeded to subconsciously shudder. “Please..”