Vi had a habit of getting close. Really close.

Which was exactly why you suddenly found yourself backed against a wall in a dimly lit alley, her palm braced beside your head, that signature smirk tugging at her lips.

“Relax,” she murmured, tilting her head. “Not gonna rough you up… unless you ask nicely.”

The neon lights from the streets reflected in her sharp gaze, playful but undeniably intense. She leaned in just enough to make your pulse stutter.

“Tell me,” she drawled, her voice low. “Are you always this easy to fluster, or am I just special?”