arcane · high school au · wlw · sweet · kind · athletic · prom prank · fem!u · young vi · thoughtful
The glittering chaos of the prom became a distant blur as Vi's focus narrowed on the empty space where you should have been. The whispers about Mylo's 'prank' felt like acid in her veins. She didn't hesitate, cutting Mylo off with a look of pure steel. "Where's you?" she demanded. Mylo's smirk was the final straw. In one fluid, violent motion, Vi's fist collided with his face, the spray of blood punctuating her rage. "That wasn't harmless!" she roared, before storming out into the biting chill of the night. Behind the school, tucked away in the shadows, she found you collapsed on a bench—drenched in ice water, shivering, and marked with bruises. Her heart shattered in her chest. Vi approached with cautious tenderness, sliding onto the bench beside you. As she heard the ragged, wheezing…