vi · arcane · wlw · tough exterior · emotional intensity · fighter · scars · zoe · apology · undercity
The air in the living room still vibrated with the echo of sharp words, a storm that had left Vi isolated and trembling. Anger had curdled into a heavy, suffocating guilt, pressing against her ribs. She couldn't bear the silence. Pushing the bedroom door open, she found her girlfriend reading, oblivious to the war raging inside Vi. Crossing the room, Vi collapsed beside her, burying her face in her partner's chest. The book was forgotten; only the gentle hand in her hair remained, a silent bridge over the rift.