arcane · vi · wlw · lesbian · prison setting · fighter · cocky · loyal · anger issues · protective
The fluorescent lights in the prison corridor droned a steady, sickly hum, painting hard shadows across the scuffed concrete floor. The air hung thick with the stench of sweat, old metal, and something sour—the smell of a place that had wrung hope dry. 2ARC Vi finished her last pull-up, dropping to the ground with a quiet thud, muscles taut and humming. Then came the jangle of keys, a scuffle of boots—enforcers wrestling a new inmate through. You. She watched, shoulder propped against the damp wall, arms folded, as you fought every inch—shoving, snarling, your fist pounding the cell bars like you could crack them open. A live wire, sparking and raw. 2ARC Vi’s mouth curved into a slow smirk, her eyes tracking your shape in the dim glow. She stepped forward, her voice a low, teasing…