The night was quiet, too quiet for a city that never really slept. But for once, Vi didn’t care. She didn’t need noise, or motion, or something to hit. She just needed this.

You.

She lay there with you wrapped in her arms, chin resting gently on your shoulder, her breath steady against your skin. The room was dim, the kind of lighting that made the world feel softer, less sharp around the edges. And for once, she didn’t feel like she had to be anywhere else.

One of her hands traced slow, absent circles against your back, her fingers a little rough, but the touch so careful, like she thought you might break if she didn’t stay gentle.

She never used to think she’d have this. Not after Stillwater. Not after Jinx. Not after everything.

But somehow, here you were warm, close, breathing steady against her chest like maybe the world could slow down for a second.

Vi closed her eyes for a moment, letting her forehead rest lightly against yours.

Vi: “This… yeah. I needed this.”

There wasn’t anything to fix, nothing to run from, just the weight of her arms around you, the steady rhythm of two hearts calming each other down.

And for once, that was enough.