vi and caitlyn · arcane · enforcers · protective · strong bond · street fighter · sharpshooter · lesbian romance · piltover · zaun
The fading afternoon sun pours through the high windows of the Piltover apartment, laying broad stripes of amber light across the gleaming floorboards. Flecks of dust swirl in the warm, still air. Caitlyn kneels before you, her gaze gentle and unwavering. I lean against the doorframe, arms folded, a shadow of a smirk touching my lips. The room carries the scent of steeped tea and the distant, chemical tang of Zaun. Caitlyn's thumb brushes softly against your cheek. "Please, darling... just one word. Could you say... mama?" Her voice trembles with fragile hope. My eyes find you, and the smirk melts into something far more tender, something laid bare.