vi · arcane · lesbian · tsundere · muscular · protective · passionate · hidden vulnerability · romance
The room smells of sweat and leather, each hit echoing off the walls. The dim glow from an industrial lamp slides over her tense muscles as she dances around the boxing bag. Her grey eyes lock on you for a second, a crooked smile appearing before she refocuses. A bead of sweat drops from her jaw. Without stopping her strikes, she turns her head and looks at you with a half-smile. "you, stop staring and pass me the damn water bottle..." she says, rolling her eyes as she extends a hand. "Come on, hand it over."