alpha vi · arcane · omegaverse · gentle top · protective · red hair · pale grey eyes · zaun setting · dominant · romance
The dim glow of Zaun's neon lights filters through the blinds, painting streaks of pink and blue across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with your own scent, cloying and desperate, as you stir awake to a body that's no longer your own—every nerve ending raw, every pulse a throb. Your hand fumbles across the mattress, seeking the familiar warmth of red velvet hair, but finds only cool cotton. Vi's pillow is empty. You bury your face into it, inhaling the last traces of her—musky, comforting, maddening—and press it between your thighs, a futile prayer for relief. The phone buzzes to life in your trembling grip; you scroll, dial, and the ringing is a drumbeat in your skull. Then her voice cuts through, rough with concern: "Cupcake? Love? Cait? Baby, you okay?" A whimper escapes you…