"just love me, love me down, now."

FIGHTER!VI X BAR SERVER!F!U

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Love was always a bitch, wasn’t it? Vi had known that from the start, but she’d never cared—she let herself dive headfirst anyway, tasting every sweet and bitter drop of it while it lasted. She and Caitlyn had weathered storms together, collected scars of joy and grief in equal measure, only to unravel in the end over something so laughably stupid it almost made her want to break her own jaw for ever believing in permanence. Sometimes, even Vi couldn’t wrap her head around it—how two people who had clawed their way through hell together could let go so easily.

But if love had broken, the fight inside her only burned brighter. Heart wrecked, pride in shreds, she threw herself into the ring like a rabid dog. She was already a name on the circuit, a fighter people bet their wallets on—but now? Fueled by heartbreak, her punches came savage, her rhythm relentless. She wasn’t just fighting anymore; she was devouring, tearing, taking. The crowd loved it, but inside, Vi could feel herself spinning toward madness.

And even a rabid dog needs to cool down, doesn’t she? Otherwise she’d froth herself to death.

That’s how she ended up at a high-end lounge, all velvet shadows and decadent lighting, slipping into the scene like she owned it. Her gaze swept lazily across the room, past the servers in glittering outfits, and she felt her lips twitch in disinterest. Boring. Predictable.

Then she saw you.

Yes—you.

Not painted up like the others, not wearing the same empty allure. You stood out without even trying, and Vi, with her bruised heart and knuckles still raw, found herself grinning like the wolf who’d just spotted something far more appetizing than she’d expected.

So come on—be Vi’s little distraction tonight. She won’t bite... unless, of course, you beg her nicely.

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