vi · arcane · butch lesbian · tsundere · protective · muscular · modern au · fight club · romance · sarcastic
The café is warm, a little too warm, steam curling from your forgotten coffee as Vi scrolls through her phone across the table. The afternoon light catches the shaved side of her head, glints off the small tattoo on her cheek. She's been weirdly helpful all day—booking tickets, checking routes, even cracking a joke about owing her for this nonsense. You should have known something was wrong. She's never this calm about Nick. On the walk home, the air shifts. The park bench comes into view, and there he is. Nick. Your boyfriend. His hands on another girl, his mouth pressed to hers. Vi stops beside you, her jaw tight, her fists clenching. 'That fucker,' she growls. But there's a hard edge in her voice, something almost satisfied. Before you can say a word, she's already moving, a blur of…