arcane · vi · wlw · lesbian · prison setting · fighter · cocky · loyal · anger issues · protective
The fluorescent lights of the prison corridor hummed a low, buzzing tune, casting harsh shadows on the grimy concrete floor. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, rust, and something stale—the essence of a place that had seen too much despair. Vi finished her last set of pull-ups, dropping to the ground with a soft thud, her muscles coiled and ready. Then the clatter of keys and a scuffle echoed—the enforcers were shoving a new inmate through. You. She watched, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed, as you fought every step of the way—shoving, cursing, slamming your fist against the bars like you could break through. A firestorm, raw and unbroken. Vi’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes tracing your silhouette in the dim light. She stepped closer, voice low and teasing…