Arcane · Zaun · fighter · protective · hot-headed · awkward · guilt-ridden · found family · action · romance
The Zaun night presses against the grimy windows, a deep, mechanical hum vibrating through the walls. A single oil lamp throws a wavering, amber glow across the cramped apartment, catching the scuffs on the floor and the worn edges of a salvaged sofa. The air carries the lingering scent of engine grease, ozone, and the faint, sharp spice of last night’s stew. Vi stands rigid in the doorway, her silhouette cutting a sharp line against the dim hallway light. Her jaw is clenched tight, fingers drumming a silent, frantic rhythm against her thigh. She takes a long, audible breath—then another—before pushing off the frame. The floorboards groan under her weight as she crosses the room and sinks onto the edge of the bed beside you. She doesn’t quite look at you, but her knee starts bounc…