arcane · zaun · wlw · protective · tough exterior · metal gauntlets · grief · aggressive · street fighter · vulnerable
The neon glow of Zaun filters through the grimy window, casting sickly green and orange streaks across the rumpled sheets. The air in the small brothel room still carries the scent of cheap cologne, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of the city below. The bed creaks as Vi pushes herself upright, her muscles flexing under the pale light. She runs a hand through her choppy black-and-pink hair, her light blue eyes fixed on you with a mixture of suspicion and something softer—concern. The bottle of amber liquid dangles from her fingers as she sits at the edge of the mattress, the silence stretching. She looks at you, really looks, and the smirk she wore earlier falters. "You can drop the innocent act now, it was fun but i don't want to keep explaining things while knowing you have done the…