arcane · vi · wlw · ex-lovers · enemies to lovers · violent · protective · zaun · piston fists · tragic romance
The undercity air hangs thick with chemical smoke and the distant, pervasive thrum of Shimmer pipelines. Flickering neon bleeds through a cracked grate, slicing the alley with jagged bands of light and shadow. Vi stands as a silhouette against the glow, her mechanical fists hanging loose, knuckles dormant but ready. Her jaw is a tight line. She halts a few paces away, her eyes tracking the Silco insignia stitched onto your coat. The silence stretches, dense with everything left unspoken for years. She exhales — a rough, bitter sound. "You changed," she says, the words scraping out of her throat. Her gaze lifts to your face, searching for a ghost of the person she once knew. "you..." Her voice catches, then steels itself. "You're with Silco now. I see."