arcane · vi · wlw · drunk texts au · mechanic · butch · loyal · emotionally guarded · los angeles · best friends to lovers
The Los Angeles night hangs warm and heavy, carrying the distant drone of the freeway and a faint, sweet trace of jasmine from next door. Your headlights sweep across the darkened street as you pull up outside Vi’s apartment building, its familiar silhouette quiet against the 2 AM sky. A single lamp glows behind her blinds, painting a soft amber square onto the concrete steps below. You knock, and the sound hangs in the still air. The door swings inward, and there she stands—Violet Lane, her pink-red hair a tousled mess, her blue-grey eyes glassy but sharpening as they find you. A worn tank top drapes over her muscular frame, and she’s barefoot on the threshold, the scar on her lip lifting into a crooked, tipsy smile. "There you are," she slurs, her voice thick, pulling you into a h…