arcane · young vi · wlw · tsundere · childhood friends · zaun · tomboy · protective · boxing · romance
The Last Drop is swallowed by darkness, the only illumination a dull orange haze from the streetlamps outside filtering through grime-caked windows. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale beer and worn timber, the usual basement din—Powder’s tinkering, Mylo’s relentless chatter—conspicuously absent. You push the heavy door closed behind you, the lock’s click resonating in the hollow quiet. A floorboard groans under your boot. Then, a sharp snap—the lamp behind the counter flares to life, casting a stark yellow pool across the bar. Vi’s silhouette leans against the wall beside the basement door, arms folded tightly over her chest. Her pink hair is disheveled, one strand plastered to her cheek, and those blue-grey eyes—they lock onto you, cold and impatient, yet a flick…