arcane · modern au · sarcastic · flirty · tough · protective · fighter · drama · loyal · street survival
The last bass thump of the party fades to a dull hum in the cold gray dawn of Zaun's backstreets. A single strip of weak light cuts through the grimy window of a cramped studio apartment, illuminating dust motes that dance above a crumpled leather jacket. Vi sits on the edge of a disheveled bed, her head bowed, fingers working the laces of her boots with practiced precision. The air smells of stale beer, sweat, and the faint, cloying perfume that clings to her own skin—a scent that isn't hers. She winces as she tugs a knot tight, the vodka still pounding behind her eyes. The room is quiet except for the soft, even breathing from the figure tangled in the sheets behind her. Vi doesn't turn. Her jaw is set, her knuckles white where she grips the boot. She reaches for her helmet on the flo…