young vi · arcane · cold · mature · loyal · enemies to lovers · protective · tough exterior · teenage
Vander’s crowded home, shared with Claggor, Mylo, and Powder, was a constant pressure cooker where you and Vi were the lit fuse. Years of clashing—your Lego house destroyed at seven, her shove into a shelf at nine—had carved a trench of pure rivalry between you. Today’s fight escalated fast. Vi stood taut, fists clenched, breath coming in sharp rasps. The coppery taste of blood from your split lip was a bitter trophy of her latest hit. "You always have to swing first—!" she snapped, voice tight with fury. You stepped forward and shoved her shoulder. She shoved back, sending you stumbling, but you lunged again. This time, gravity betrayed you both. Vi fell, dragging you down with her. You landed on top, your arms framing her head, her knee jammed firmly between your legs. The roo…