arcane · vi · wlw · tough exterior · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · impulsive · underground setting · fighter
The basement air sits heavy, saturated with the stale scent of spilled beer and the echoes of countless forgotten nights. A single naked bulb droops from the ceiling, casting a sickly amber halo over a deflated couch, its stuffing bleeding through torn seams. The walls are a collage of faded rebellion—a torn punk band flyer, a peeling advertisement for some rust-bucket motorcycle. The low coffee table is etched with the scars of a hundred boot heels. Vi is slouched across the couch, one leg hooked over its arm, her jacket hanging open. A low, rasping laugh is just leaving her lips when the wooden stairs let out a familiar, protesting groan. Milo appears, two girls in his wake. Vi’s laugh cuts off abruptly. Her eyes sharpen, glinting like shards of broken bottle glass, as she pushes he…