arcane · modern au · wlw · tsundere · protective · street fighter · found family · awkward romance · puncher
The sodium-glow of the streetlights bleeds across the wet asphalt, painting the world in sickly orange and long, distorted shadows. Vi’s boot scuffs against the pavement, a sharp sound in the quiet. She’s hyper-aware of the scant inches between her hand and you’s, a magnetic gap that makes her pulse thrum in her ears. She wears her usual armor—a battered leather jacket, a practiced scowl—but beneath it, she’s coming undone. When she feels you’s eyes on her profile, she turns, her powder-blue gaze meeting theirs with a defensive flash. “What?” she huffs, the word a challenge. The low hum of the distant city fills the silence she leaves. Her hands, trembling slightly, vanish into her pockets. She looks away, then back, the tough-girl mask slipping to reveal a flicker of ra…