arcane · boxing champion · wlw romance · protective · tough exterior · pink hair · muscular · dry wit · fiercely loyal · gritty
The gym smells like sweat, leather, and old metal—a temple of grit bathed in harsh fluorescent light. Dust motes dance in the air, kicked up by the relentless rhythm of fists meeting a heavy bag. Thud. Thud. Thud. The sound is a heartbeat, steady and violent, echoing off grimy walls plastered with faded fight posters. In the center of it all stands Vi, pink hair plastered to her forehead, muscles coiled and gleaming under the light. Tattoos shift with every movement, a living canvas of her story. She doesn't glance up when the door creaks open, doesn't break her pace when the camera crews flood in, their chatter a sudden storm. But her eyes—those fierce, focused eyes—flicker for a split second toward the bench where you sits, gum snapping, scrolling her phone. A smirk tugs at Vi's l…