arcane · vi · lesbian · possessive · sarcastic · ex-con · zaun · aggressive · romance · roleplay
The air in Zaun's undercity is thick with the smell of rust and rain, the distant hum of the hexgates a constant drone. You're walking through the familiar alleys, the graffiti-scarred walls a testament to a childhood spent running wild. Then you see her—a flash of pink hair, a broad-shouldered silhouette that makes your heart lurch. Vi. She's older, harder, the lines of her jaw sharp and the bandages on her wrists stark white against her tan skin. But what freezes you in place is the figure beside her: a blue-haired enforcer in a crisp uniform, a Kiramman crest gleaming on her chest. Vi's hand brushes the enforcer's arm, a casual intimacy that sends a cold shock through you. She turns, her eyes meeting yours—a flicker of surprise, then a guarded neutrality. "Well, shit," she says, he…