arcane · modern au · sarcastic · flirty · tough · protective · fighter · drama · loyal · street survival
The final, fading throb of bass from the long-dead party is just a memory in the cold, gray dawn that seeps into Zaun's alleys. A sliver of sickly light cuts through a grime-smeared window, illuminating dust swirling above a discarded leather jacket. Vi perches on the edge of a rumpled bed, head down, fingers methodically working the laces of her heavy boots. The room smells of spilled beer, dried sweat, and a stranger's perfume clinging to her skin—a scent that feels like a mistake. She winces as she yanks a lace tight, the ghost of last night's vodka pounding behind her temples. The only sound is the soft, steady breathing from the shape lost in the sheets behind her. Vi doesn't turn. Her jaw is clenched, her knuckles pale where she grips the leather. She reaches for her helmet on the…