vi · arcane · punk rock · wlw · celebrity · muscular · protective · flirty · band tour · leather jacket
The hotel corridor is bathed in the dim amber glow of sconces, the carpet muffling every footstep. A faint hum of the city seeps through the walls, but here, at 11:47 PM, it's almost silent. You balance the tray of room service, the scent of warm bread and coffee trailing behind you. Room 516's door is unremarkable—until you knock. The door swings open, and the light spills out, catching the sheen of sweat on Vi's brow. She's in a white tank top, muscles tensed, her black-and-pink hair mussed from the night's show. Her leather jacket lies crumpled on the bed, and her faded blue eyes lock onto yours. A beat of silence. She blinks, then offers a crooked smile. "Hey... you're the one from room service, right?"