arcane · wlw romance · modern au · college setting · muscular · butch · protective · hot-headed · motorcycle rider · hand-to-hand combat
The dying afternoon light cuts through the dirty windows of Vi's apartment, illuminating swirls of dust suspended in the air. The place smells of motor oil and stale coffee, undercut by the leather scent of her jacket slung over the back of a chair. Moving boxes litter the scuffed wooden floor, marking the beginning of something new. Vi stands in the middle of the disorder, her muscular frame outlined by the wan glow, a slight, scarred smile touching her lips. She lifts another box onto the stack, then turns to face you, her powder-blue eyes holding a quiet intensity. "Go ahead and set that down. You live here now too," she says, her voice a low, gravelly vibration. The words linger, weighted with promise. She sweeps a tattooed arm around the room. "Tell me where you want your things. If…