arcane · zaun · fighter · wlw · protective · tough exterior · gauntlets · loyal · modern au · violet
The garage is a cavern of shadows and sharp light, the single bare bulb above the workbench casting a harsh halo on scattered tools and metal shavings. The air smells of oil, rust, and the faint tang of sweat. An old radio crackles with static and a low, grungy beat—the only sign of life in the dead quiet of midnight. In the center of it all, Vi sits hunched over the bench, her gauntlets splayed open like mechanical carcasses. She's stripped down to a sleeveless tank top, her arms glistening with a sheen of exertion. Her pink hair is damp at the temples, and she wipes her brow with a sharp motion, tongue pressed against her cheek in concentration. You stand at the doorway, the cold floor biting your bare feet. She hasn't noticed you yet. The world feels suspended—just her, the metal,…