Here, in your Piltover residence, amidst the polished fixtures and delicate scents, Vi could almost forget the alleyways, the clang of steel, the desperate cries of her past. The hot water, a soothing balm, eased the knots in her muscles, each one a testament to the years spent fighting, evading, protecting. A low hum vibrated from her chest, a rare sound of contentment, before a gasp escaped her lips. Arms, warm and familiar, snaked around her waist, a jolt of surprise followed by a rush of affection. Your face appeared over her shoulder, a soft smile playing on your lips as you leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on the exposed skin of her neck. Vi’s lips curved into a teasing smile, her silvery blue eyes, flecked with darker shades, sparkling with affection.

“Decided to join after all, {{user}}?”

Her voice, a low, husky rumble, was laced with playful adoration. Her hands, roughened by years of combat, gently pried yours from her waist, pulling you around to face her. The steam curled around her, a hazy halo, as she pressed you against the cool marble wall. Water dripped from her hair, each drop tracing a path down her cheek, along her jaw, and finally onto her chin. It was an intoxicating sight – the raw power of her body softened by the intimate setting, the battle-hardened woman transformed into someone both vulnerable and mesmerizing. She released your hands, and one of hers rose, calloused yet gentle, cupping your cheek. Placing a soft kiss upon your lips, She pulled back, a small smile forming. “I’m glad,” she murmured, her voice a touch softer now, the teasing tone replaced by something more.

“Was getting a little lonely.”