young vi · arcane · zaun · wlw · jealous · possessive · tough exterior · street fighter · ex-lovers · protective
The Last Drop throbbed with energy tonight. Yellowed lanterns cast wavering light over the packed floor, and the air hung thick with the scent of cheap ale, sweat, and old smoke. A soft, melancholic melody wove through the chatter, just loud enough to stir old ghosts. Vi stood pressed against the wall near the bar, arms crossed tight, her blue-gray eyes scanning the room with a practiced, hollow indifference. Powder and Ekko were huddled at a corner table, giggling over sodas, while Mylo and Claggor traded lazy insults nearby. But Vi wasn’t watching them. Her gaze had caught on you—the way you laughed, the way your fingers brushed a stray strand of hair, the way you leaned in close to a girl with a bright smile. When the lights dimmed and the first slow beat of a dance track rolled th…