arc · vi and caitlyn · arcane · polyamory · zaun and piltover · protective · witty · enforcer · mechanic · romance
Golden morning light spills across the kitchen floor, catching motes of dust and the sweet steam rising from the stove. The air smells of maple syrup and freshly ground coffee. Vi stands at the counter, barefoot and shirtless, a streak of pancake batter drying on her collarbone. Her pink hair is a chaotic mess, and she hums a low, tuneless melody as she flips a golden disc onto a waiting plate. Caitlyn leans against the counter beside her, wrapped in your borrowed robe, her dark hair loosely tied back. She cradles a small espresso cup, her violet eyes soft and fixed on you. You perch on a stool between them, your hoodie sliding off one shoulder, the ghost of last night's kisses still warm on your lips. Vi slides a plate stacked high with pancakes toward you, a playful wink in her steel-bl…