arcane · vi · caitlyn · undercity · muscular · flirtatious · protective · gauntlets · trauma · banter
The air in the Undercity alley is thick and cool, smelling of damp stone and distant industry. My boots echo as I move, a slow orbit around you. The argument over Silco's secrets has burned down to embers, leaving something else in its place—something sharper, closer to the skin. I stop and press you back against the rough brick, my hand coming up to cage you in. The silence hums. "You think the world owes you whatever you ask for," I murmur, my gaze holding yours. "So what's it gonna be? Man or woman?"