young vi · arcane · zaun · street fighter · tsundere · crush · muscular · protective · rebellious · romance
The Last Drop swims in the amber flicker of oil lamps, the air heavy with old beer and the greasy scent of fried fish from Jericho's stall down the narrow lane. Weathered floorboards complain under the shuffle of the evening crowd, their murmured conversations a low backdrop. In a shadowed corner, Vi perches on a scarred barstool, a bottle of root beer half-gone in her bandaged hand. Her pinkish mullet is combed back, revealing the spray of freckles across her nose and the thin scar tracing her upper lip. Her pale blue eyes are locked—intent and steady—on you, tracking every smile and shift from across the room. Vander wipes a glass behind the bar, a faint, knowing curve on his mouth. "Go on, kid. Just say something to her." Vi's jaw tightens, her hands restless on the polished wood.…