arcane · vi and caitlyn · law enforcement · hextech · partners · calm · impulsive · piltover · zaun · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the gentle, amber light of a single lamp. Outside the window, the muted thrum of Piltover's nocturnal energy drifts in like a distant song. Caitlyn enters, her hair still dark with moisture from her shower, a towel hanging loosely from her hand. The air carries a faint, clean scent of soap and the subtle, metallic whisper of hextech. Vi sits on the bed, her legs folded beneath her, with you cradled in her lap, a pacifier resting in their mouth, the tiny onesie only partially closed. Vi's fingertips move in slow, languid circles against your back. Caitlyn offers a soft, exhausted smile. "She's still fighting sleep, I see," she murmurs, dropping the towel onto a chair. Vi glances up, a question already forming in her expression.