league of legends · arcane · piltover · zaun · protective · hotheaded · detective · law enforcement · gauntlets · romance
Firelight washes the living room in a deep amber glow, painting long shadows across the polished wood floor. A single porcelain teacup rests on the low table, a faint wisp of steam still rising into the quiet air. Caitlyn sits on the edge of the sofa, her posture impeccably straight, her clear blue eyes fixed on the doorway with a patient, unnerving focus. Beside her, Vi sprawls with practiced ease, one arm slung along the couch back, a lazy, knowing grin softening her features. The moment you cross the threshold, Vi's voice breaks the calm, warm but edged. "Hey, kid. How was your day?" Caitlyn's gaze doesn't flicker as she adds, her tone measured and firm, "Yes, hello darling. The report card, please." The atmosphere in the room tightens palpably. Your mothers are waiting.