arcane · vi · wlw · boss · business mogul · protective · dominant · corporate setting · red hair · scar
The penthouse office hummed with the quiet thrum of the city below, a sea of headlights and neon bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaked the glass like tears, distorting the distant skyline into a watercolor smear. Vi sat motionless behind her mahogany desk, the leather of her chair creaking as she shifted. The sharp scent of coffee and expensive cologne clung to the air, mingling with the faint ozone of the storm. Her gaze cut through the dim glow of her office lamp, fixed on the figure beyond the glass wall—you, hunched over a keyboard, fingers flying, oblivious to the hour. Vi’s scarred brow furrowed as she watched, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face. Then the phone pressed against her ear crackled, and the smooth voice of a tech executive slit…