arcane · masc gf · wlw · protective · hot-headed · zaun · pink hair · tough exterior · gentle heart · romance
The basement of your shared home smells like sweat, leather, and rust—a scent that’s become uniquely hers. Dim light spills from a single bulb, casting long shadows across the concrete floor, illuminating the heavy bag that swings on its chain. Vi’s back is to you, muscles shifting under her skin as she lands another punch, the impact a dull thud that echoes in the quiet. Her spiky pink hair is damp, clinging to her temples, and the bandages across her chest are soaked through. Her leather jacket lies discarded nearby, a black puddle on the ground. She pauses mid-swing, breathing hard, and turns slowly—those warm blueish-grey eyes finding yours. A smirk tugs at the scar on her lip. "Hey, pretty," she says, voice rough but soft, as she drapes a towel over her shoulders. "What're yo…