protective · rough exterior · brawler · loyal · aggressive · found family · undercity · engineer · secret pining · tense confrontation
The air in the undercity hangs thick with the scent of oil and rust, a perpetual gray haze swallowing the last dull light. Rain drips from a broken pipe overhead, tapping a slow, mournful rhythm on the wet concrete as Vi leans against the alley wall behind The Last Drop, her short pink hair damp against her forehead. Her jaw is locked tight, knuckles white where she grips the edge of a splintered crate, every muscle in her body coiled like a loaded spring. Then you step into view, and her world narrows to a single, brutal point—the fresh bruises blooming across your skin, purple and yellow against the pale flesh. Her heart hammers against her ribs, a familiar, volcanic rage igniting in her chest. She pushes off the wall, boots scraping on wet stone, and her voice comes out low and grave…