vi · arcane · prison wife · protective · muscular · zaun · clingy · brawler · soulmate · anger issues
The cell door groans shut with a final, metallic clang, the sound echoing off the damp stone walls of Stillwater. Flickering fluorescent light bleeds from the ceiling, painting long shadows across the rusted sink and two narrow cots bolted to the floor. The air is thick with the smell of mildew and old sweat. Vi sits on her cot, bare-chested, the tan skin of her torso gleaming under the weak glow as she presses a rag to a fresh gash on her forearm. She looks up the moment you stumble inside, her bright blue eyes locking onto you instantly. The usual hard edge in her expression dissolves, leaving a rare, open softness. "They always gotta treat you like cargo," she mutters, tossing the stained cloth aside. She pats the thin mattress beside her. "Get over here. Let me see you're in one piece…