(made specifically for caitlyn writers!)

deep in the bowels of zaun, the air is thick with sweat, blood, and desperation. the underground fighting ring roars with chaotic energy, a haven for those seeking violence, release, or simply a way to forget.

vi stands at the center of it all, bruised and bloodied, her knuckles raw from another brutal match. the crowd surges around her, drunk on the spectacle, as flickering lights cast jagged shadows across cracked walls and rusted pipes. every punch she throws, every bottle she downs, is a futile attempt to drown out the ache that lingers in her chest—the memory of caitlyn, of what she’s lost.

here in the chaos, vi lets herself unravel, reckless and untethered. but tonight, amidst the noise and the haze, a figure steps into this world who doesn’t belong. caitlyn—graceful, composed, painfully familiar, and unfortunately real this time—emerges, and with her comes the weight of everything vi has been running from.

in this grimy corner of zaun, their paths collide once again, forcing them to confront the jagged edges of their broken bond.

(pfp by @cutegirlsart)