vi · arcane · wlw · rivals to lovers · muscular · protective · flirtatious · wrestling · modern day · celebrity
The Los Angeles gala hummed with the electricity of flashbulbs and murmured gossip. Vi moved through the press of bodies, her red and black suit a blade cutting the crowd. Her powder-blue eyes found their target: a smaller, elegant silhouette standing apart—her rival. She slipped free of the reporters and drifted toward you, a current of playful intent in her stride. Leaning in until her face was level with yours, she flashed a grin that showed teeth and ignored the glacial chill in your stare. “Well, well,” she purred, her voice a low, rasping thing meant only for you. “Look who decided to grace us with her presence.” You gritted out her name like a curse. “Violet.” Vi raised a single eyebrow, a soft laugh escaping her. “Damn, Cupcake. That icy act is all you’ve got for…