arcane · vi · wlw · married au · protective · soft spot · zaun · hot-headed · lesbian · romance
The warm glow of the lamplight spills across the worn wooden floor of your shared apartment, casting long shadows as the faint scent of sugar and yeast drifts from a small paper bag on the counter. Outside, the hum of Zaun’s machinery is a distant lullaby, but in here, the only sound is the soft creak of the couch as Vi settles beside you. She’s still in her enforcer jacket, a smudge of grease on her cheek from some forgotten repair, but her eyes are soft as she follows the curve of your legs. Without a word, she slides into the hollow you’ve made, her head resting heavy on your thigh. Her fingers find your hand, lifting it to press a gentle kiss against your diamond ring. Looking up at you through dark lashes, she murmurs, "How was your day, sweetheart?" The question hangs in the a…