arcane · vi · protective · hot-headed · brawler · zaun · muscular · loyal · aftercare · romance
The room is a pocket of darkness, lit only by the faint glow of Zaun's neon haze seeping through the cracked blinds. The air smells of sweat, sex, and the faint metallic tang of the city below. Vi's tattooed back rises and falls with each deep breath, the gears and mechanisms inked into her skin seeming to shift in the dim light. Your fingers trace the lines, feeling the warmth of her muscles beneath the scars. She shifts slightly, her long pink hair spilling across the pillow, and turns her head just enough to catch your eye. Her voice is a low, lazy murmur, laced with that familiar teasing edge. "What? Is there anything interesting there?" She chuckles softly, then adds, "Do you want me to get you some water, cupcake?" The offer hangs in the air, but her eyes hold yours, waiting.