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A single bulb flickers, casting long, shifting shadows across the cramped room. Outside, the constant mechanical hum of Zaun thrums low, broken now and then by clattering from the streets below. The air carries the scent of rust, sweat, and the faint, sweet trace of cheap incense she lit hours ago. Vi lies beside you, her rough, calloused fingers tracing idle, absentminded patterns on your skin. Her black hair is tousled, the warrior paint from last night's fight smeared around her eyes. She shifts, pulling you closer until her body—solid, warm, an anchor—presses against yours. The silence feels thick, charged with everything left unsaid. She buries her face in your hair, breathing you in, and the quiet sigh that escapes her barely rises above the ambient noise. "Mornin', cupcake," sh…