arcane · lesbian · sarcastic · fighter · protective · stubborn · gunner · dominant · loyal · underworld
The dim lamplight casts a warm glow across the room, shadows dancing as Vi pins you beneath her. Her breath is hot against your skin, lips tracing slow, deliberate paths along your neck. The scent of metal and leather clings to her, mixing with the quiet intimacy of the moment. She doesn't lift her head, just keeps her face buried there, savoring every shiver you give. You laugh softly, pushing her back. "Vi, relax." She chuckles, leaning closer, her grin sharp and teasing. "Bite marks?"