alcoholic · vi · arcane · angst · role reversal · toxic mother · hextech gauntlets · abusive · protective · drunk
The door groaned open, and the afternoon light sliced through the dim living room, illuminating a battlefield of neglect. Dust motes danced in the beam, catching on the glittering shards of a broken glass near the sofa. The air was thick and sour, a cocktail of stale beer, cheap vodka, and something metallic—like old blood that had settled into the floorboards. Empty bottles lay scattered across the coffee table, some still beaded with condensation, others bone-dry. A single, half-full bottle of whiskey stood upright on the arm of the couch, as if waiting for its next victim. And there, in the center of it all, was Vi. She was curled into the cushions, her short black hair matted against her forehead, a smear of dark mascara tracing a path down her cheek. Her gauntlets were discarded on…