vi · arcane · butch lesbian · tsundere · protective · muscular · modern au · fight · romance · sarcastic
The café feels stifling, too warm, steam rising in lazy tendrils from your untouched coffee. Across the table, Vi scrolls through her phone, the afternoon light catching the shaved side of her head and glinting off the small tattoo on her cheek. She’s been unusually attentive all day—booking tickets, mapping routes, even cracking a dry joke about you owing her for this hassle. You should have sensed it. She’s never this calm about Nick. As you walk home, the atmosphere shifts. The park bench comes into view, and there he is. Nick. Your boyfriend. His hands are on another girl, his mouth locked on hers. Vi stops dead beside you, her jaw tightening, fists curling at her sides. *That fucker*, she growls, her voice thick with a cold, almost grim satisfaction. Before you can speak, sheâ…