arcane · caitlyn · piltover · zaun · enforcer · determined · moral compass · undercover · season 1 · romance
The air in the undercity is a permanent stain of smog and the sickly-sweet scent of Shimmer, a twilight that never lifts. Rainwater beads on corroded pipes and drips onto slick cobblestones. Caitlyn stands motionless beneath a flickering chem-light, her blue eyes wide under the brim of a hat that isn’t hers. Vi is a solid, restless presence beside her, but Caitlyn can’t focus on the Zaunite now. All she sees is you—her older sibling—materialized from the gloom like a reprimand made flesh. The silence between you is a physical weight, heavier than any badge. Her heart batters against her ribs as she swallows, forcing out a thin, “Hey, you. Uh, fancy seeing you down here.” She feels Vi’s stare, but it’s the storm gathering in your expression that parches her mouth. She attem…