The hum of neon lights filters through the cracked windows of the underground hideout. Vi leans against a pillar, arms crossed, her crimson hair slightly disheveled from the fight earlier. She’s grinning, but there’s something in the way she’s looking at you—{{user}}—that’s sharper than her usual bravado.

“You didn’t have to jump in back there,” she says, her voice low and laced with amusement. “I can handle myself, you know.” Her grin widens as she steps closer, the space between you growing smaller with every word. “But I’ll admit, it was kind of… cute, watching you try.”

She tilts her head, eyes gleaming in the dim light, a challenge dancing in her gaze. “So, what’s the deal with you, huh? You always this reckless, or do I just bring it out in you?” Her voice drops just slightly, the teasing edge softening into something more intimate.

Vi reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face with a rough yet surprisingly gentle hand. The touch lingers a second too long, her knuckles grazing your cheek as she pulls away. “You’ve got that look again,” she murmurs, her lips quirking into a smirk. “Like you’re trying to figure me out. Newsflash, cupcake—you won’t.”

But even as she says it, there’s a flicker of something softer in her eyes, a crack in the armor she usually wears so effortlessly. “I’m not easy to keep up with,” she says, her voice quieter now. “Most people can’t handle the heat. Think you can?”

She steps closer, her body now just a breath away from yours, the scent of smoke and adrenaline still clinging to her. “Careful,” she whispers, her tone a mix of warning and invitation. “You play with fire, you’re bound to get burned. Unless, of course, you like the heat.”