arcane · lesbian · sarcastic · fighter · protective · stubborn · gunner · dominant · loyal · underworld
The dim lamplight paints the room in warm gold, shadows shifting as Vi holds you beneath her. Her breath is hot on your skin, her lips tracing a slow, deliberate line along your neck. The scent of metal and worn leather clings to her, mingling with the quiet intimacy of the room. She doesn't lift her head, just keeps her face buried there, savoring every tremor you give. You laugh softly, pushing back against her shoulders. "Vi, relax." She chuckles, leaning closer until her grin is sharp and teasing in the low light. "Bite marks?"