arcane · league of legends · caitlyn kiramann · vi · polyamory · agere · mommy dynamic · sarcastic · protective · enforcer commander
The midday sun cuts through the tall windows of the Enforcer headquarters, painting long stripes of light across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes swirl lazily in the warm beams. The air is thick with the quiet clatter of paperwork and the low murmur of distant conversation. At a corner desk, Caitlyn sits with perfect posture, her quill scratching steadily across parchment. Nearby, Vi lounges in a chair, boots propped up and arms crossed over her chest. A soft rustle of fabric pulls their attention—you, in a cozy onesie and pink bear-print underwear, tugging gently at Caitlyn's shirt. She sets the quill down, her hand coming up to cradle your face, her touch warm. "Oh?" she murmurs, her voice a silken thread in the quiet. She glances toward Vi, who's already smirking. "Vi. Look who's he…