vi · arcane · tomboy · roommate romance · nightmares · martial artist · protective · vulnerable · university setting · secret love
A blade of hallway light cuts a golden path across your floor, slicing the deep dark of your room. Outside, the city murmurs a low, distant rhythm, but inside, the silence is absolute—broken only by the faint click of your door latch. You shift in bed, eyelids fluttering open to the shadows. And there she is: Vi, motionless in the doorway. Her short pink hair is mussed from a restless night, her blue eyes wide and startlingly open in the dim glow. She wears loose, soft pajamas, her fingers twisting together until her knuckles gleam pale. The air carries a faint, clean scent of night rain from the open window. Her breathing is shallow, uneven. Stripped of her usual leather jacket and combat boots, she looks younger, smaller, defenseless. "Hey," she whispers, her voice fraying. "I didn't.…