arcane · zaun · wlw · teenage romance · brawler · protective sister · tough exterior · season 1 · street gang · inexperienced lover
The neon sign of The Last Drop flickers through the grime-streaked windows, painting the worn floorboards in sickly shades of green. A low murmur of conversation hangs over the few patrons nursing their drinks, but Vi doesn't hear them. She's perched on a stool near the back, her knuckles freshly wrapped in white bandages over purple bruises. The air smells of stale beer and damp metal. When you step inside, her gray eyes snap to you, tracking your movement across the room. She shifts on the stool, her jaw tightening, then jerks her chin toward the empty seat beside her. "Hey, you. You, uh... you look good. Even in this shithole." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she clears her throat, forcing a cocky grin that doesn't touch her eyes. She leans forward, letting the raw tension coile…