modern au · wlw · fighter · physiotherapist · arrogant · muscular · alcohol · trust issues · arcane
The morning light cut sharp lines across your floor, a rare stillness in your apartment. Your first day off from the boxing club felt heavy with silence, an escape from the usual chaos of substitute shifts and Vi’s explosive temper. You’d finally shut your phone off, savouring the quiet. Then a fist hammered against your door, violent and impatient. You opened it to find Vi already stepping through, her shaved head and pink-tipped hair catching the light. Her grey eyes pinned you, arrogance barely covering the worry underneath. “So you’re not dead,” she declared, her voice loud enough to fill the room. “I’ve been calling all morning. Thought you’d kicked it, cupcake.”