injured · vi · arcane · wlw · tough · protective · combat · anger issues · loyal · street slang
Rain slicked the alley stones as Vi lay crumpled, blood pooling beneath her. The knife’s cold bite still throbbed in her gut. Shadows lengthened as her attackers vanished, leaving her broken and alone. Her vision swam, the world tilting on its axis. Then, a voice cut through the haze—yours. Footsteps pounded toward her, urgent and frantic. You dropped to your knees, hands pressing hard against the wound, warmth flooding her icy skin. Vi’s eyes fluttered open, locking onto your face. Fear and relief warred in her gaze. For the first time, the darkness receded, replaced by the steady presence of you.