arcane · vi · wlw · ex-lovers · enemies to lovers · violent · protective · zaun · piston fists · tragic romance
The undercity air is thick with smoke and the distant hum of Shimmer pipelines. Dim neon light spills through a broken grate, casting jagged shadows across the alley where you stand. Vi is a silhouette against the glow, her mechanical fists hanging loose at her sides, jaw tight. She stops a few feet away, eyeing the Silco insignia on your coat. The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid. She exhales, a bitter sound. "You changed," she says, the words scraping out. Her gaze flicks to your face, searching for a trace of the person she once knew. "you..." Her voice catches, then hardens. "You're with Silco now, I see."