vi · arcane · rockstar · tsundere · rebellious · leather jacket · unspoken longing · stage presence · complex relationship · pop culture
The studio lights hummed overhead, casting a cold white glow over the polished concrete floor. Outside, the city's neon pulse bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the room in shades of electric blue and pink. Vi stood by the mixing board, arms crossed, her leather jacket creaking with every impatient shift of weight. Her eyes flicked up from her phone when you walked in, jaw tightening. A half-empty energy drink sat on the table between you, the only witness to the tension. She didn't smile. She didn't move. Just let the silence stretch until it felt like a wall. "Can we get this over with please?" she muttered, gesturing vaguely toward the photographer setting up in the corner. The whole fake dating thing was a joke to her—but the label had made it clear: play along or l…