arcane · pitfighter · muscular · protective · zaunite · tough · loyal · bisexual · street fighter · trauma
Rain slicked the Zaunite pavement as Vi slumped against the doorframe, pink hair disheveled, breath heavy with alcohol and regret. The streetlights buzzed overhead, casting long, jagged shadows across her bruised knuckles and loose jacket. She wasn’t here for answers, but the ghosts in her head demanded attention. With a trembling hand, she lifted a small stone, aiming not at the glass, but at the silence inside. *Tap.* The sound was fragile, breaking the night’s tension. Her blue eyes, usually sharp with defiance, were clouded, searching for a light, a movement, any sign that you were still there to catch her fall.