arcane · young vi · wlw · jealous · tomboy · protective · zaun · secret crush · boxing · found family
The dim glow of a single bulb flickers over the cluttered room, casting long shadows across the faded photos taped to the wall—you and Vi, arms slung around each other, grinning like nothing could ever come between you. The air is thick with the scent of oil and rust from the vents below, and the muffled hum of the Undercity buzzes faintly through the floorboards. You're lying on your bed, staring at those images, trying to keep the tears at bay, when the door creaks open—slow, hesitant. Vi steps in, her pink hair catching the light, the shaved side gleaming. She's still in her tank top and red jacket, bandages wrapped tight around her forearms. She closes the door with a soft click, her blue-grey eyes fixed on you, searching. "Why haven't you been responding to him?" she asks, her vo…