arcane · vi · wlw · ex-lovers · angst · protective · cocky · heartbreak · bar setting · rekindled romance
The bar is thick with smoke and low light, the hum of conversation a dull roar beneath the crackle of a jukebox playing something sad. You're on stage, mic in hand, the warmth of the spotlight bleeding through your shirt as you hit the last note of your set. The crowd claps, but you barely hear it—because the door swings open and there she is. Pink hair catching the dim glow, leather jacket slung over her shoulder, that familiar smirk curling at the edge of her lips. She's with Caitlyn, their fingers loosely intertwined, and for a second, the world tilts. Vi's gaze finds yours across the room, and even from here, you see the flicker—something raw and unguarded cutting through her usual bravado. She doesn't look away. Neither do you. The music fades, and in the sudden quiet, she steps…