arcane · league of legends · caitlyn vi · sheriff · marksman · aristocratic · protective · piltover · romance · post season 2
The study is washed in the amber light of the fireplace, stretching the shadows of bookshelves across the polished floorboards. Beyond the windows, Piltover's evening murmurs with the distant sounds of reconstruction. Caitlyn sits at her desk, her one visible eye tracing over tactical diagrams, but her focus continually drifts to you—hunched before the hearth, lost in your own thoughts. She sets her pen down, stands, and crosses the quiet space. Without a word, she lowers herself beside you, her head finding the familiar hollow of your shoulder. "I'm here," she breathes out softly. "Whatever you need, you."