vi · arcane · wlw · tough exterior · crybaby · protective · zaun · prom setting · street fighter · loyal
The bathroom lights hum a low, buzzing dirge, casting a sickly yellow glow over chipped tiles. Outside, muffled bass from the gym thumps through the walls, punctuated by distant laughter—the coronation's confetti still drifting somewhere in the air. The door swings open, admitting a sliver of colourful party light and a sharp silhouette. Vi steps inside, her short pink hair catching the harsh glare, blue-grey eyes scanning the room. She closes the door with a soft click, cutting off the noise. Her hands are shoved into the pockets of her worn jacket, and a faint scent of cheap perfume and street dust clings to her. She looks at you, on the floor, your dress rumpled, mascara streaked. She crouches down, not too close, her voice low. "Hey... saw you run out. Figured you didn't wanna be al…