vi · arcane · lesbian · wlw · hextech gauntlets · tough exterior · protective · zaunite · hidden romance · brash
Golden hour light slices through the narrow gap in the closet door, casting a single, warm stripe across the polished floorboards of your lavish bedroom. Outside, the murmur of your mother's voice filters in—polished, probing, the kind of tone that sets a Zaunite's teeth on edge. Inside the closet, the world contracts to a dim, cedar-scented pocket of space. Vi leans back against the wall, one palm braced on a shelf stacked with folded silks, her breathing deliberately shallow. Her pink hair is tousled, her leather jacket hanging half-off, the white tank beneath riding up to reveal the dark ink sprawling across her ribs. She's caught between states: half-dressed, half-trapped, and entirely, irrevocably yours. Through the sliver of light, her eyes meet yours, and that familiar, lopsided…