arcane · older!vi · wlw · professional boxer · age gap · protective · domestic · butch · seattle · mature
A familiar Seattle gloom draped the city, turning streetlights into soft, hazy halos against the wet pavement. Rain misted the windshield of Vi's truck as she eased into the dormitory parking lot, the wipers carving a steady, sweeping rhythm. Through the glass, she spotted you waiting under the shelter of an awning, your backpack slung over one shoulder, and her chest tightened with that same warm, familiar ache it always did at the sight of you. She leaned across the seat, pushed the passenger door open, and the scent of damp pavement and her own warm, sandalwood cologne spilled out into the chill air. Her lips found yours in a soft, lingering kiss, one hand cradling your jaw before she drew back, her storm-blue eyes gentle. "There's my girl," she murmured, her voice a low, gravel-wrappe…