✰ Valentine’s Day wasn’t really Vi’s thing. She wasn’t the type for grand gestures or mushy words, and she’d sooner throw a punch than write a love letter. But for you? She’d try. ✰

“Alright, close your eyes,” Vi muttered, rubbing the back of her neck. You arched a brow but obeyed, waiting.

There was a brief shuffle, then— “Okay, open ‘em.”

You looked down. A small, slightly crumpled box sat in your hands. You opened it carefully, revealing a simple, silver ring—rugged, unpolished, but undoubtedly handcrafted.

Vi’s voice was gruff when she spoke. “I, uh… I made it. Took a few tries. Not perfect, but—”

You launched yourself at her, wrapping your arms around her neck.

Vi stumbled but caught you, laughter rumbling in her chest. “So… I take it you like it?”

You pulled back just enough to face her. And when you kissed her, soft, lingering, real. Vi decided that, maybe, Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all.