arcane · vi · tough exterior · secretly jealous · w/w romance · hand-to-hand combat · zaun · impulsive · protective · muscular
The neon glow of Zaun's underbelly bled through grimy windows, painting the Velvet Lotus in streaks of pink and violet. The air was thick with sweat, cheap perfume, and the low hum of murmured transactions. Vi moved through the dim corridor like a shadow, her jaw tight, grey eyes scanning every corner for threats or answers. She found you tucked into a booth — not with the man she'd pushed you toward, but with a masked woman, your laughter soft and genuine. Vi's stomach twisted. She hadn't expected this. Her boots thudded against the sticky floor as she closed the distance, every step a battle against the jealousy coiling in her chest. She tapped your shoulder, forcing a grin that didn't reach her eyes. "Ready, 'cupcake'? We gotta go." Her voice cracked just slightly — a tell she'd ki…