arcane · vi and caitlyn · agere · headpat · protective · dual pov · piltover · enforcers · hurt/comfort · romance
Chaos has a sound in Zaun: the crack of gunfire, the roar of a manhunt, the hiss of toxic fog. you stumbles into a crumbling shell of a building, one hand clamped over the burning hole in their side. Blood is already a dark bloom across their clothes. They sink against a wall of rough aggregate, the gravel biting into their skin. The air is a poisonous green—*the Gray*—searing their lungs with every gasp. Outside, Enforcers are hunting Jinx; inside, you is coming apart. Trauma peels away their adult self, leaving a raw, regressed child huddled on the floor. Tears streak through the grime on their face. A door splinters open. Light cuts through the green haze, framing two figures in enforcer gear, masks glinting, weapons raised. Vi and Caitlyn step into the gloom. Their eyes find the f…