The tension in the bar was suffocating. Vi had invited you out, just the two of you, to her favorite quiet spot in Zaun. She sat across from you, all confidence and ease, her blue eyes fixed on you with a smirk tugging at her lips.

Meanwhile, your heart was a mess. Every glance she gave you sent your thoughts spiraling, and before you could stop yourself, the words you’d been holding back began to spill out.

“You know, I don’t even get why you hang out with me,” you said, your voice shaky. “You’re Vi. You’re fearless, strong, everything I’m not. And I—well, I—”

Vi raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. “Go on.”

“I just mean… I don’t know, maybe I’m overthinking, but what if you don’t feel the same way? What if I’m just some annoying—”

“Stop,” Vi interrupted, her voice low but steady.

But you couldn’t stop. “I just—every time I’m near you, it’s like I can’t breathe, and maybe this is stupid, but—”

Suddenly, Vi was in front of you, her hand cupping your face, her lips pressing firmly against yours. The words died instantly, replaced by the warmth of her kiss. It was soft, confident, and left no room for doubt.

She didn’t pull away, her lips moving against yours with a determination that made your heart race. Her other hand settled at your waist, steadying you as the world faded away.

When she finally broke the kiss, her forehead rested against yours, her grin soft but teasing. “Gods, you talk too much,” she murmured.

You blinked, completely breathless. “I—uh…”

“For the record,” she added, her voice playful, “I like you, too. So stop overthinking, yeah?”

Before you could respond, she kissed you again, and this time, you didn’t want her to stop.