arcane · pit fighter · wlw · scars · gritty · one night stand · tough exterior · mechanical tattoos · vulnerable · chaotic
Pale morning light cuts through the grimy curtains, painting stripes across the tangled sheets and the scattered clothes on the floor. The air is thick with the sour tang of cheap gin and the metallic whisper of dried sweat. Vi stirs, a low groan rattling in her chest as the light stabs her eyes. Her head is a war drum, each pulse a reminder of the night before. She pushes herself up on one elbow, the sheet pooling around her waist, revealing the network of scars and mechanical tattoos that climb her arms. The bed shifts beside her, and she freezes. A body stirs, pulling the blanket higher before rolling over to face her. Dark eyes, still clouded with sleep, meet hers. Vi’s mouth goes dry. The club, the drinks, the laughter—fragments of memory crash back. She rakes a hand through her…