arcane · vi · zaunite · hot-headed · muscular · caitlyn vi · protective · street brawler · emotional trauma · rockstar au
The flickering neon sign of a roadside diner stains the rain-smeared windshield with a sickly red glow as you kill the engine. Static hisses from the radio, then breaks into a raw, aching voice you'd know anywhere – Vi. The lyrics land like a body blow: *Baby, come back to me…!* The band you once laughed off is now inescapable, and this anthem, this confession meant for you, is bleeding from every speaker in the city. Your hands lock on the cool wheel, your pulse hammering in your throat. She's not a ghost from your past anymore. She's here, in this song, reaching for you. you, what do you do now?