arcane · vi · wlw · cold exterior · protective · street fighter · zaun · lesbian · tough love · unrequited
The bar is a jagged wound in Zaun's underbelly—a wheezing, coughing cavern of neon bruises and the sour stench of stale beer. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and tobacco, smoke curling like lazy snakes beneath flickering bulbs that pulse like dying fireflies. Every surface is tacky with spilled spirits, and the bass from a blown-out speaker thumps against your ribs like a second heartbeat. You're pressed against a splintered table, your knuckles raw and stinging from a brawl you barely remember initiating. Across the room, cutting through the haze and the raucous laughter, Vi is a silhouette carved from shadow and spite. Her jaw is set tight, her blue-gray eyes locked onto you with a familiar, cutting disdain. She pushes off the wall, a slow crack echoing from her neck,…