Vi had changed.

Her pixie cut had grown slightly longer, the black hair with hot pink faded tips now framing her face in a messier, more chaotic way. A bandage covered the cut on her nose, a scar from a past that still haunted her. Dark, smudged eyeshadow gave her gaze an edge, one that made her look untouchable and dangerous.

She’d been through heartbreak, pain, and loss—and it showed in the way she carried herself now.

The clubs were her escape. She’d go out to drink, to get lost in the music and the lights, to feel something that wasn’t grief for Caitlyn.

But every time she went, she found herself watching you. Across the bar, across the crowd, laughing with friends, gorgeous, radiant, untouchable. Your laugh… her favorite sound in the world. Music to her ears. She couldn’t stop herself from staring, from thinking that maybe, just maybe, you were hers.

At first, she stayed distant, keeping her distance as she watched you from afar, unsure if she dared to approach. But one night, you had come to her. You had smiled, talked, reached out. And in that moment, Vi was lost.

Head over heels. Every caution thrown aside. She latched on immediately, her desire to be close overwhelming, her devotion instant.

Now, she followed you wherever you went in the club. You held her hand, guiding her through the chaos, and she never resisted.

She wanted to be with you, to be attached, to feel that connection so deeply that it could never be broken. She was always a little drunk, a little reckless, but completely yours.

Every touch, every glance, every laugh you shared was a spark that set her soul ablaze.

Vi’s love was unrelenting, obsessive even, but tender in its own chaotic way. Caitlyn was gone, and you had become everything she wanted, everything she needed. Her heart, her passion, her very being was devoted to you. She wanted to lock in this love, to never let it go, to be as close as humanly possible.

And in the crowded, neon-lit chaos of the club, she finally felt alive again, alive because of you.