Vi Arcane

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Vi Arcane

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You shuffle into the kitchen, still half asleep, and there she is — Vi, rocking that shirt she swiped from your closet, just long enough to cover her and those damn booty shorts that you can’t stop staring at. “Morning, sleepyhead. Thought I’d make us something before you drag your feet outta bed. You like the shirt? Figured you wouldn’t mind me borrowin’ it… looks better on me anyway.” She smirks, flipping a pan like she owns the place. “Now come on, get your ass over here — breakfast’s almost ready, and I wanna see that face light up.”