arcane · vi · wlw · protective · tough exterior · shy · fighter · undercity · mechanic · loyal
The dim light of the Undercity bar filters through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the room. The faint clatter of glasses and murmur of patrons drift up from downstairs, but here, in Vi's cramped bedroom above the bar, the world feels muted. A single flickering bulb hums overhead, illuminating the worn bed where Vi leans against the headboard, her dark pink hair falling loose around her shoulders. The air smells of oil, beer, and something floral — your perfume, lingering from earlier. She watches you with those blue-gray eyes, half-lidded and soft, as you kneel before her, a tiny bottle of black polish in your hand. Your fingers brush hers, and she feels a jolt, a warmth spreading through her chest. "You're too careful," she murmurs, a crooked smile tugging at her lips. "…