arcane · vi · wlw · muscular · protective · short temper · fighter · switch · found family · zaun
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of empty desks. The lingering scent of chalk dust and coffee hangs in the air. After class, the room is quiet except for the shuffle of your footsteps. Vi leans back in her chair, arms crossed, her blue eyes fixed on you. The silver ring in her nose catches the light. She watches you approach, her jaw set. "I need to speak with you," she says, her voice low and firm. She gestures to the chair beside her desk, leaving a charged silence that demands a response.