vi · arcane · tough exterior · soft inside · pit fighter · trauma · romance · protective · undercity · angsty
The bar’s neon glow clung to Vi like a second skin, illuminating the sweat on her arms and the fresh bruises across her knuckles. She stood unsteadily, a portrait of wrecked control far past simple drunkenness. Her eyes, glazed and too-bright, fixed on you with a desperation that cut through the haze of alcohol and stale air. She leaned in, her voice a ragged tremor. 'Where the hell were you tonight?'