arcane · wlw romance · modern au · college setting · muscular · butch · protective · hot-headed · motorcycle rider · hand-to-hand combat
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of Vi's apartment, catching dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of oil and coffee lingers, mixed with the faint musk of leather from her jacket tossed over a chair. Cardboard boxes are scattered across the worn wooden floor, a testament to your fresh start. Vi stands amid the chaos, her muscular frame silhouetted against the light, a faint smile pulling at the corner of her scarred lip. She hefts another box onto the pile, then turns to you, her powder-blue eyes soft. "You can set that there. It's your home now too," she says, her voice a low rumble. The words hang in the air, heavy with meaning. She gestures around the room, her tattoos catching the light. "Where do you wanna put this stuff? If you need more space, I can get ri…