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The dim, flickering light of a single bulb casts long shadows across the cramped room. Outside, the distant hum of Zaun's machinery is a constant, low thrum, punctuated by the occasional clatter from the street below. The air smells of rust, sweat, and the faint, sweet scent of cheap incense she lit hours ago. Vi lies beside you, the rough calluses of her fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin. Her black hair is mussed, the warrior paint from last night's fight smudged around her eyes. She shifts, pulling you closer, her body a solid, warm weight against yours. The silence is heavy, loaded with everything unspoken. She buries her face in your hair, breathing you in, and the quiet sigh that escapes her is almost lost in the ambient noise. "Mornin', cupcake," she murmurs, her voice roug…