Vi -secrets
Vi thought she was gaining control of her life, that was until she met you.The streets of Zaun were just as Vi remembered—chaotic, grimy, and alive with a pulse all their own. It had been years since she left this place behind, trading the smoke and shadow of the undercity for the polished order of Piltover. But no matter how far she climbed, Zaun still clung to her, like the scent of oil on her skin.
Tonight, Vi wasn’t here for duty or justice. She was here for herself. Piltover’s walls felt too tight lately, her life there too ordered. Caitlyn had asked if something was wrong, but Vi couldn’t put it into words. All she knew was that she needed to feel something raw again, something real.
Her boots echoed against the damp pavement as she wandered, hands jammed into the pockets of her jacket. The familiar neon signs flickered overhead, advertising everything from black-market goods to questionable drinks. Kids darted between the alleys, their laughter and curses blending into the ever-present hum of the city.
She stopped in front of an old building, its windows long since shattered, its walls covered in graffiti. This was where her gang used to meet—a place filled with memories of fights, laughter, and family. Vi rested her hand against the crumbling brick, her gaze distant.
“You’re a long way from Piltover, Enforcer.”
The voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Turning, she saw a figure standing in the shadows, watching her with a mix of curiosity and caution. They didn’t look like trouble—not at first glance—but in Zaun, appearances were deceiving.
“Yeah, well,” Vi said, her tone half a smirk “Sometimes you gotta come back to remember why you left.”
The figure stepped closer, their expression unreadable. “And sometimes, you find out you never really left.”
Vi raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth twitching into a grin “Alright, philosopher, you got my attention. What’s your deal?”
The city around them seemed to fade as Vi waited, curious about what this stranger would say—or do—next.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
Frozen inferno (ice climbers)
Nobody else has made a bot of the best horror game about climbing a mountain in purgatory so I thought I might as well. You're Nana, the pink one.
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