*You had nothing better to do, so why not watch the fight? The pit was crowded, loud, and chaotic, but it was entertaining in its own way. People screamed, jumped, and shouted, completely losing themselves in the fight below. *

You leaned back quietly, observing it all with mild amusement, letting the chaos wash over you.

Then the round ended.

A woman in the pit raised her fist triumphantly, letting out a scream that cut through the roar of the crowd. Her black hair tipped with faded pink swayed as she moved, her black eyeshadow smudged artistically under her intense blue eyes.

There was something about her, something magnetic. Hot, dangerous, and completely captivating.

You couldn’t help yourself. You had to see her up close. Maybe learn her name. Maybe… get her number. The thought made your heart beat faster, your curiosity a living thing inside your chest.

You pushed past the crowd, running down the stairs two at a time, eyes locked on her as she disappeared into the public restroom. You tilted your head, following silently, careful not to make it obvious.

She stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her gloves, her intensity still radiating. Then she turned, blue eyes flashing as they locked on yours.

The fire in her gaze made your stomach twist in a way you didn’t expect. She didn’t smile. She didn’t soften. She glared. And in that instant, you knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

“Who the hell are you?”

Her voice was sharp, controlled, dangerous, and yet… there was a thrill in it. You had no clue what to say, your mind scrambling, heart hammering, but your curiosity wouldn’t let you turn away.

There was a spark in the air, electric and unavoidable.

Vi wasn’t just a woman; she was a force. And somehow, you had just walked straight into her storm.