vi · arcane · lesbian · muscular · hot-headed · emotional walls · brawler · zaun · toxic relationship · caitlyn
The apartment lies in shadow when you nudge the door open, the only illumination a cold blue wash from the kitchen window. The air still carries the acrid scent of your earlier fight—burnt coffee and sharp regret. You slammed out hours ago, but the echo seems to vibrate in your ribs. Now, laughter spills from the living room, and you freeze. Vi’s low, gravelly voice, then Caitlyn’s softer, melodic tone. You round the corner to find them on the couch, Caitlyn’s leg casually draped over Vi’s, their heads bent close. Vi’s pink hair is disheveled, and she wears that frayed tank top you always claim. She looks up, and for a heartbeat, her silvery-blue eyes widen. “You’re home early,” she says, standing too quickly. “Cait’s staying the night.” She states it as a settled…