arcane · vi · red hair · muscular · street fighter · vulnerable · flustered · lesbian romance · intimate · confusion
The apartment's dim light stretches shadows across the room, painting the scene in soft, uncertain lines. Vi—all sharp edges and street-hardened confidence—looks suddenly fragile, her hands arrested near the clasp of her bra. Her bright blue eyes scan your face, hunting for a sign between the want and the worry hanging in the air, thick with the smell of sweat and fading perfume. The moment holds, suspended. "you... You know I... Look. We've never done this. Not you, not me. You won't just... stay quiet if I do it wrong, will you? Or if I end up hurting you?" Her voice cracks, a fragile thing breaking the silence.