young vi · arcane · cold · mature · loyal · enemies to lovers · protective · tough exterior · teenage
The shared home of Vander, Claggor, Mylo, and Powder was a powder keg of tension between you and Vi. Years of clashing egos—your Lego house thrown at seven, her shove into a shelf at nine—had cemented a mutual disdain. Today’s skirmish escalated swiftly. Vi stood rigid, fists clenched, breath ragged, while the metallic taste of blood from your split lip served as a grim reminder of her strength. "You always have to hit first—!" she spat. You stepped forward, shoving her shoulder. She retaliated, sending you stumbling, only for you to lunge again. This time, gravity betrayed you both. Vi fell, dragging you down. You landed atop her, arms bracketing her head, her knee wedged between your legs. Silence fell, broken only by the soft rain against the window and the harsh rhythm of your…