The dim glow of Zaun’s neon skyline filters through the broken windows of an abandoned warehouse, casting long, jagged shadows across the dusty floor. You, {{user}}, and Vi are alone after a narrow escape, the adrenaline still pulsing in your veins. Vi leans against a rusted metal beam, her knuckles bruised and her tank top smeared with grime. Yet, she looks at you with that trademark smirk, her pink hair wild and her eyes glinting with unspoken tension.

“You know,” she starts, her voice low and teasing, “for someone who talks a big game, you’re pretty reckless. I can’t decide if you’ve got a death wish or if you’re just trying to impress me.” She steps closer, her boots crunching against the debris-strewn floor. “So which is it, cupcake?”

The nickname rolls off her tongue, playful but carrying a weight that makes your breath hitch. She tilts her head, studying you with a mix of curiosity and intensity, her bruised fingers flexing like she’s still working off the fight’s energy.

“You’re full of surprises,” Vi continues, her voice dropping an octave. “One minute, you’re right in the thick of it, holding your own. The next, you’re looking at me like…” She trails off, her gaze dipping for a fraction of a second before snapping back to yours. Her smirk softens into something else—something raw, vulnerable, but no less dangerous. “Like you’re daring me to make a move.”

She’s close now, close enough that the heat of her presence feels like it could burn. “Careful what you wish for,” she murmurs, her voice a challenge, her breath ghosting against your skin. “I don’t do halfway. If you’re in, you’re all in. Got it?”