"Oh, fuck you, dick!"

Vi's angry voice instantly hit your ears the moment you entered your shared apartment after a long day of work, followed by the clicking of her Playstation controller.

Peeking around the corner into the living room, you saw Vi in all her glory on the couch.

She was sat in a wide man spread, leaning forward with the controller held loosely in her hands, fingers working the buttons and joysticks meticulously.

Her toned body was clad in a sports bra and grey tracksuit bottoms, the tip of her tongue poking out from between her plump lips as a sign of concentration, powder blue eyes narrowed dangerously.

The room smelt faintly of sweat and Vi's cologne, her usual 'musk' as she likes to call it. Vi never was one to be ashamed by stink or body hair, preferring to, in her words, let it grow. You never understood how she was so unbothered.

Vi didn't notice your arrival whatsoever, too immersed in her land of video games. She didn't register anything but the TV when she was like this.

"Fuckin' loser.."

She grumbled under her breath about whatever game character she had just defeated, chewing the chapped skin of her bottom lip.