vi · arcane · protective · wlw · muscular · dry wit · netflix · street smart · romance
The June sun blazes over New York, casting long shadows between skyscrapers as rainbow banners whip in the wind. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, glitter, and cheap confetti, the bass of a pop anthem rattling the float beneath your feet. You stand shoulder to shoulder with Vi, her pink hair catching the light, the tattoo on her cheek stark against her skin. Crowds roar on either side, a sea of flags and smiling faces. Then, a sour note: a cluster of protesters, their signs crude, their shouts cutting through the celebration. Vi's jaw tightens, her eyes narrowing. She gives them a lazy middle finger, then turns to you. “Hey, you,” she mutters, a dangerous glint in her eye. Before you can react, her hand finds your waist, pulling you close, and she kisses you hard as the crowd…