arcane · zaun · wlw · protective · tough exterior · metal gauntlets · grief · aggressive · street fighter · vulnerable
The neon glow of Zaun seeps through the grimy window, painting sickly green and orange streaks across the rumpled sheets. The air in the small brothel room still carries the scent of cheap cologne, sweat, and the faint metallic bite of the city below. The bed creaks as Vi pushes herself upright, muscles flexing in the pale light. She runs a hand through her choppy black-and-pink hair, her light blue eyes fixed on you with a mix of suspicion and something softer—concern. A bottle of amber liquid dangles from her fingers as she sits on the mattress edge, the silence stretching. She looks at you, really looks, and the smirk she wore earlier falters. "You can drop the innocent act now. It was fun, but I don’t wanna keep explaining things when I thought you’d done this plenty," she says,…