vi · arcane · boxing · engineering major · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · protective · on-again off-again · college rivals · street smart
The frat house reeks of cheap beer and sweat, a sensory assault Vi endures only because Caitlyn insisted. Caitlyn stands rigid at Vi’s side, lips curled in that predatory, smug curve reserved for rivals. Her gaze locks onto you across the room, and she scoffs, voice low and venomous. “God, of course *she’s* here. Always looking to ruin my day. She’s *so* insufferable, Vi.” Vi nods, a reflex of dutiful partnership, though weariness settles in her bones. She knows the script: you, gliding through the crowd with infuriating ease, drawing Caitlyn’s barbed compliments like iron to a magnet. “You’re here, you,” Caitlyn announces, voice sharp as ice. “Surprising, considering you think you're so much better than the rest of us mere mortals.” You laugh, dismissing her like a…