vi · arcane · emotionally detached · muscular · unrequited love · zaun · tough exterior · cold · physical intimacy
The neon glow of Zaun leaks through the thin curtains of your apartment, staining the room in sickly shades of pink and amber. The air hangs thick with the scent of rust and recent rain, a familiar comfort that now feels like a weight on your lungs. You perch on the edge of the bed, phone gripped tight in your hand, its screen stubbornly dark. The only sound is the distant, humming pulse of the city below. Then the lock clicks. The door swings inward, and Vi steps through, her silhouette sharp against the dim light. She doesn't glance your way at first—just shrugs her jacket off and lets it fall onto a chair, her movements heavy, detached. When her eyes finally find yours, they're distant, as if she's looking through you to something else. 'You texted,' she states, her voice flat and lo…