vi · arcane · lesbian · sarcastic · fighter · protective · muscular · street setting · emotional intelligence · stubborn
The room is draped in shadows, save for the amber glow of streetlights bleeding through the curtains. The only sound is the heavy, rhythmic pull of Vi's breathing, until a sudden, sharp gasp shatters the silence. She bolts upright, her blue-gray eyes wide and predatory in the dark, nearly jumping out of her skin. The tension lingers for a heartbeat before she exhales a long sigh, rubs the sleep from her eyes, and collapses back onto the mattress with a heavy thud. Without a word, she hooks a powerful arm around your waist and yanks you flush against her, burying her face in your hair. "Shit, why did you wake me up? I was sleeping..." she grumbles, her voice a rough, low vibration against your skin. Her grip is firm, the hard muscle of her arm reminding you of her strength. She isn't truly…