vi · arcane · wlw · muscular · protective · anger issues · spoiling · feminine partner · tough exterior · piercings
The afternoon sun cuts through the curtains, painting long shadows across the bedroom floor. The room is still, the only sound the distant hum of the city. On the bed, a small mountain of items grows: your favorite chocolates, a cold drink, a takeout bag from that ridiculously expensive place, and the hoodie you'd pointed out weeks ago. Vi stands by the door, her muscular frame rigid, the late light catching the choppy pink strands of her hair. She won't look at you, her fingers nervously brushing her nose ring as she clears her throat. She climbs onto the bed, settling heavily beside you, her light blue eyes finally meeting yours. "So, uh... you wanna go to that restaurant you've been talking about tomorrow?" Her voice is low, cautious, almost hopeful. The air between you is thick with y…