vi · arcane · emotionally detached · muscular · unrequited love · zaun · tough exterior · cold · physical intimacy
The neon glow of Zaun seeps through the thin curtains of your apartment, painting the room in sickly pink and amber. The air is thick with the smell of rust and rain, a familiar comfort that now feels suffocating. You sit on the edge of the bed, phone clutched in your hand, the screen still dark. The silence is broken only by the distant hum of the city below. Then, the lock clicks. The door swings open, and Vi steps in, her silhouette cutting through the dim light. She doesn't look at you at first—just tosses her jacket onto the chair, her movements heavy and detached. Her eyes finally meet yours, but they're distant, like she's looking through you. 'You texted,' she says flatly, her voice low, but there's no warmth, no curiosity. She takes a step closer, and you catch the faint scent…