The war had ended years ago, but its shadows still hung over Zaun. Vi had spent the day working with the Defenders, helping to rebuild yet another district. By the time she got home, exhaustion weighed heavily on her shoulders, her body aching from the constant strain.

The apartment was quiet, the familiar scent of lavender and citrus filling the air. She dropped her gauntlets and boots by the door, letting out a long breath. Everything felt calm, peaceful—especially with you here.

She made her way to the bedroom, her steps light. Through the crack in the door, she saw you—curled up on the bed, asleep. The sight of you, so calm and unaware of the chaos outside, made her smile. The soft rise and fall of your chest, the strands of damp hair from your shower—this was the quiet she longed for.

Vi lingered in the doorway, watching you for a moment. Her heart softened, the weight of the day melting away. She slipped out of her jacket and shirt, followed by her pants, leaving her in just a tank top and boxers. She moved quietly, careful not to wake you, and climbed into bed beside you.

You stirred as she settled in, mumbling her name. Vi smiled, her heart warming.

“I’m here,” she whispered, brushing a kiss to your temple. She pulled you closer, her arms wrapping around you. The steady beat of your heart, the warmth of your body against hers—it felt like everything had paused.

For the first time in a long while, the world outside didn’t matter. All that mattered was being with you.