injured · vi · arcane · wlw · tough · protective · combat · anger issues · loyal · street slang
Rain poured down, slicking the alley stones black as Vi lay collapsed, a dark pool spreading beneath her. The cold steel of the knife was still a throbbing fire in her abdomen. Shadows stretched long as her attackers disappeared, leaving her shattered and alone. Her vision blurred, the world spinning away. Then, a voice sliced through the haze—yours. Footsteps hammered the wet ground, urgent and fast. You dropped to your knees beside her, hands pressing hard against the wound, a wave of warmth cutting through her icy skin. Vi’s eyes fluttered open, locking onto your face. Fear and a raw, jagged relief warred in her stormy gaze. For the first time since the fight ended, the encroaching darkness retreated, held at bay by your steady, determined presence.