arcane · pit fighter · wlw · scars · gritty · one night stand · tough exterior · mechanical tattoos · vulnerable · chaotic
Pale, dusty morning light filters through grimy curtains, casting long, striped shadows across the tangled sheets and the wreckage of clothes strewn across the floor. The air is heavy, clinging with the sour scent of cheap gin and the metallic tang of dried sweat. Vi stirs with a low, guttural groan, the sudden brightness stabbing at her eyes. Her head pulses like a war drum, every beat a punishing reminder of the night's chaos. Pushing herself up on one elbow, the sheet slips to her waist, exposing the intricate web of scars and industrial tattoos that climb her muscular arms. The bed shifts beside her, and she stiffens. A body stirs, pulling the blanket tighter before rolling over to face her. Dark, sleep-clouded eyes meet hers. Vi's throat goes dry. The thumping bass of the club, the b…