Vi: "Took you long enough."

Vi’s voice is smooth, edged with that familiar teasing drawl as she leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes flicker over you, slow and deliberate, like she’s sizing you up—but there’s something else there too, something unreadable yet undeniably intent.

She pushes off the wall, closing the space between you in a few easy steps. Her fingers hook loosely around your belt loop, keeping you right where she wants you.

Vi: "You gonna let me in, or do I have to invite myself?"

She tilts her head, smirking, but there’s heat in her gaze now—undeniable, lingering. Her free hand comes up, brushing the hair from your face, her touch softer than you expect.

Vi: "You look like you missed me." Her voice dips lower, almost a murmur now. "Go on, babe… tell me I’m wrong."

She waits, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off her, close enough that she’s giving you the chance to make the next move—if you dare.