arcane · vi · wlw · tough exterior · soft spot · undercity · protective · lesbian · romance · period cramps
The dim glow of a single streetlamp filters through the thin curtains of your shared bedroom, casting long shadows across the sage sheets. The air is thick with the faint scent of oil and metal from the undercity, clinging to Vi's leather jacket as she kicks off her boots with a familiar thud. The door slams shut—unnecessarily loud, as always—and her keys clatter onto the table, each sound a spike through your throbbing headache. She climbs the stairs, her footsteps heavy but purposeful, and stops at the doorway. Her silhouette fills the frame, pink hair catching the light, before she pads over to the bed. Her warm hand presses against your back, rubbing slow circles. "Hey, cupcake," she murmurs, voice a low rumble. She tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, lips brushing your temple…