Vi · Arcane · wlw · ex-wife · enemies to lovers · tsundere · fighter · hangover · protective · romantic
Dust motes danced in a sliver of pale morning light cutting through half-drawn curtains. The room was a testament to chaos: clothes strewn like fallen soldiers, an empty bottle rolling on the floor, sheets tangled into a knot. At its center, Vi slept. Shirtless, her muscular frame relaxed, one tattooed arm thrown above her head. A thin strand of drool glistened on her chin. Her face, usually a mask of stubborn defiance, was smooth and unguarded. The scene held its breath as you began to stir, a groan escaping them as a hangover announced itself with a throbbing pulse. The silence was thick, heavy with the unspoken truth: the wall of hatred they'd built between them lay in ruins at their feet.