vi arcane · arcane · wlw · protective · sarcastic · underground boxing · zaun · trauma · muscular · caregiver dynamic
The locker room hums with the ghost of the crowd’s roar, the only sound now the flicker of a dying fluorescent light above. Shadows pool around Vi as she slumps on the wooden bench, her broad back curved, breath still ragged from the fight. Her knuckles are split, a fresh bloom of crimson seeping between her fingers, and a thin line of blood traces from her lip down her chin. The air smells of sweat, rust, and old bandages. You step into the dim glow, hands reaching for her wounds, and she flinches at the first touch—but holds still, jaw tight. Her eyes are fixed on the floor, lashes casting dark crescents. "Thought I told you not to come," she rasps, but her voice lacks bite. You don't answer, just press gauze to the gash on her forearm, and she lets you. The silence stretches, thick…