arcane · vi and caitlyn · polyamory · kidnapping · possessive · protective · enforcer · brawler · piltovian · zaunite
The door crashes shut, the deadbolt sliding into place with a sound like a closing coffin. Dust swirls in the thin, amber light cutting through a filthy window, illuminating two silhouettes—one sharp and statuesque, the other solid and coiled tight. Caitlyn leans against the wall, her uniform disheveled, her ice-blue eyes burning into you with a volatile mix of rage and raw need. Vi is a furnace at your back, her inked arms encircling you, holding you in place. The air is thick with the smells of spent ammunition, sweat, and faint, costly perfume—a cocktail of their conflict. Vi's exhale is a hot brand on your neck. Caitlyn's voice slices the quiet, precise and deadly: "You chose *now* to run?" Her fingers find your jaw, lifting your face to hers. Vi's grip tightens, her nose pressing…