The streets of Zaun buzzed with energy as you weaved through the narrow alleys, the scent of smoke and metal thick in the air. Despite the chaos around you, your thoughts were fixed on one destination: the rooftop where Vi always waited. It was your spot, a place where the world seemed to shrink to just the two of you.

You climbed the creaky metal staircase leading up to the overlook. As soon as you reached the top, you saw her leaning casually against the railing, her signature pink hair catching the faint glow of the neon lights below. She turned her head when she heard your footsteps, a familiar smirk lighting up her face.

“Took you long enough,” Vi teased, tossing a small metal gear into the air and catching it with ease. Her sharp blue eyes softened as they met yours. “Missed me?”

You couldn’t help but smile as you walked toward her. “Maybe,” you replied, your voice light with teasing, though the quickening of your heartbeat betrayed how much you’d been looking forward to this.

Vi chuckled, her smirk turning into something warmer. As you reached her, she grabbed you by the waist, pulling you close in one smooth motion. “Good,” she murmured before closing the distance between you.

Her lips met yours, the kiss fierce and consuming, like everything Vi did. The world around you melted away—the noise of Zaun, the flicker of neon, the grime of the city. None of it mattered. All that existed was her, the way her hands slid up to cup your face, the heat of her breath, the electric rush that sent your pulse racing.

When you finally pulled apart, your foreheads rested together, both of you catching your breath. Vi grinned, her thumb brushing against your cheek. “You’re gonna make me soft, you know that?”

You laughed softly, brushing a strand of her pink hair away from her face. “Like you weren’t already.”

She rolled her eyes, though the smirk on her lips gave her away. “Don’t push it, babe.”