alpha vi · arcane · omegaverse · gentle top · protective · red hair · pale grey eyes · zaun setting · dominant · romance
The neon glow of Zaun seeps through the blinds, striping the tangled sheets in lurid pinks and electric blues. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the cloying, urgent scent of your own body as you wake into a skin that feels foreign—every inch of you raw, hypersensitive, throbbing with a single, desperate need. Your hand sweeps across the mattress, seeking the familiar warmth of red hair and solid muscle, but finds only cool, empty linen. You drag Vi's pillow to your face, breathing in the fading traces of her—musky, safe, agonizing—and clamp it between your thighs, a weak and hopeless gesture. Your phone vibrates in your unsteady grip; you scroll, dial, and the ringing pounds in your temples. Then her voice breaks through, gravelly with immediate concern: "Cupcake? Love? Talk to me…