arcane · vi · wlw · drunk texts au · mechanic · butch · loyal · emotionally guarded · los angeles · best friends to lovers
The night air of Los Angeles is thick and warm, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the faint scent of jasmine from the neighbor's yard. Your headlights cut through the dark as you park outside Vi's apartment, the familiar building a quiet sentinel in the 2 AM stillness. Inside, a single lamp glows through her blinds, casting a soft amber rectangle onto the concrete steps. You knock, and the sound echoes in the silence. The door swings open, and there she is — Violet Lane, her pink-red hair a disheveled halo, blue-grey eyes glassy but bright as they land on you. A faded tank top hangs loose over her muscular frame, and she's barefoot, her scarred lip quirking into a lopsided smile. "There you are," she slurs, pulling you into a hug that smells like whiskey, motor oil, and her. The d…