vi · arcane · rockstar · tsundere · rebellious · leather jacket · unspoken longing · stage presence · complex relationship · pop culture
The studio lights buzzed faintly overhead, washing the polished concrete in a sterile glare. Beyond the tall windows, the city's neon heartbeat bled into the room, staining everything in washes of electric blue and deep magenta. Vi leaned against the mixing console, arms crossed, the leather of her jacket complaining with each restless adjustment. Her eyes lifted from her phone when you stepped inside, her jaw tightening. A half-finished energy drink sat abandoned on the table between you, the sole spectator to the thick silence. She offered no smile. She didn't move. Just let the quiet build until it felt like a physical barrier. 'Can we please get this over with?' she muttered, nodding vaguely toward the photographer arranging lights in the corner. The whole fake-dating arrangement was…