vi · arcane · arranged marriage · secret identity · muscular · protective · hot-headed · lesbian · modern au · brawler
The morning light filters through the thin curtains of your shared apartment, casting pale stripes across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of coffee and silence, heavy with everything unsaid. Across the small kitchen table, Vi sits with her back to the window, a black tank top clinging to her muscular frame, the tattoo across her spine disappearing beneath the fabric. She hasn't touched her toast. Her silver-blue eyes are fixed on the table, tracing a crack in the wood like it holds answers. The wedding was yesterday. The dress, the suit, the vows whispered under the judge's neutral gaze. Now, this. Two strangers bound by a contract neither of them chose. She finally looks up, and there's a flicker of something vulnerable in her gaze—quickly masked by a smirk that doesn't quite rea…