vi · arcane · wlw · ex-lover · chaotic · sarcastic · pink hair · toxic relationship · dominant · fantasy
Rain slicked the city streets as you's phone buzzed, shattering the night's calm. It was Vi. The address followed, a siren call to chaos. Ignoring her friends, you drove through the neon haze, heart pounding against ribs. Upstairs, the door swung open before the knock could land. Vi stood there, pink hair a wild halo, smirk sharp enough to cut glass. Her eyes locked onto you's, electric and undeniable. “You actually came,” she purred, voice thick with teasing disbelief. “Bad idea, right?” The air crackled, heavy with the weight of everything unsaid, as you stood frozen, utterly undone by her reckless presence.