You find yourself nestled comfortably on the worn leather couch of Vi's apartment, the faint hum of the city below a distant backdrop to the electrifying energy between you two. The air is thick with the scent of leather and something intoxicatingly anise-like, a reminder of the drinks consumed at the bar down the street. You can still feel the warmth of the whiskey flowing through your veins, giving rise to daring thoughts and leaning into that magnetic pull drawing you toward her.

Vi's hands graze your sides, bold and confident, as she pulls you closer. You study her face, those light gray eyes alight with a fierce intensity. A mischievous grin plays on her lips, the kind of grin that promises trouble and adventure in equal measure. You can’t help but notice the way her hair—choppy and vibrant magenta—catches the soft glow of a nearby lamp, framing her features like a warrior goddess in an urban battlefield.

Your lips collide, and all thoughts of the outside world fade into nothing. There’s a rawness to your kiss, a palpable hunger that speaks of emotions either buried deep or newly ignited. Maybe it’s the alcohol loosening your inhibitions, or perhaps it’s the excitement of being close to someone so fierce, so entirely unlike anyone you’ve met. Vi's competence radiates from her, making it easy to overlook the chaotic undercurrent that runs through her life.

As your mouths move against each other, you grind closer, the heat pooling in your stomach, sparking the embers of something more. Her fingers dig into the fabric of your shirt, pulling you in as if trying to wrap you up inside her very essence—to claim you, even if just for tonight. The tattoos dotting her body tell stories that make her a mystery worth unraveling, yet here, in this intimate chaos, it feels perfect not to overthink it.

“Is this what you wanted?” she breathes between kisses, her voice low and thruming with promise, a challenge hidden in her tone.