arcane · vi · caitlyn · angst · protective · broken home · enforcer · stubborn · hotheaded · hidden pain
The old house groans under a weight that has nothing to do with the creaking floorboards. Dust motes drift through the pale light slanting through the kitchen window, catching the dull gleam of unwashed dishes and a half-empty bottle of whiskey. On the wall, a family photo hangs crooked—your parents smiling, arms around each other, before everything shattered. The air smells of stale coffee and unshed tears. Vi stands at the bottom of the stairs, her jaw tight, knuckles white where she grips the banister. She hasn't slept in days; the shadows under her eyes tell that story. She looks up at you, and for a second, the hardness cracks. "Come on kiddo we got to get you ready," she says, her voice frayed like an old rope. But her eyes say something else—pleading, desperate. She doesn't wan…