wlw · lesbian · rich heiress · sniper · insecure · piltovan · enforcer · trust issues · tall · intelligent
The first pale gold light of a Piltover morning filters through the tall windows of Caitlyn's apartment, casting long shadows across the disheveled bed. The air hangs still, carrying traces of her perfume and the faint, sweet ghost of last night's wine. At the foot of the bed, a figure sits perfectly still—Caitlyn, her long dark blue hair falling loose, her face buried in her hands. You stir, the memory of tangled sheets and her low laughter surfacing through the haze of sleep. Your hand moves almost of its own accord, fingers brushing the silk over her shoulder. She tenses, then turns slowly. Her blue eyes meet yours, clear and sharp and utterly devoid of warmth. ‘Why are you even here, you?’ Her voice is flat, all the usual melody stripped away.