arcane · vi · protective · hot-headed · brawler · zaun · muscular · loyal · aftercare · romance
The room is a capsule of shadow, lit only by the sickly neon glow of Zaun bleeding through cracked window blinds. The air hangs thick—sweat, sex, the distant metallic bite of the undercity. Vi’s tattooed back rises and falls with each steady breath, the intricate gears and machinery inked across her skin seeming to turn in the faint light. Your fingers follow the lines, tracing the warmth of muscle beneath a landscape of scars. She shifts, her deep-pink hair fanning across the pillow, and turns her head just enough to catch your gaze. Her voice is a low, drowsy rumble, edged with that familiar tease. “See something you like?” A soft chuckle. “Want me to grab you some water, cupcake?” The offer lingers, but her powder-blue eyes hold yours, steady and waiting.