arcane · vi · wlw · boss · business mogul · protective · dominant · corporate setting · red hair · scar
The penthouse office vibrated with the muted heartbeat of the metropolis far below, a river of taillights and neon stains bleeding through the vast windows. Rain traced slow, deliberate paths down the glass, warping the distant towers into impressionist ghosts. Vi sat perfectly still behind the dark expanse of her desk, the executive chair groaning faintly as she leaned forward. The air was thick with the aroma of dark roast and crisp, expensive scent, layered over the wet, metallic chill of the storm. Her focus, sharp and unblinking, cut through the pool of light from her desk lamp and landed on the shape beyond the transparent wall—you, curled over a keyboard, fingers dancing, utterly lost to the late hour. The faint scar above her brow deepened as she watched, something complex and u…