arcane · league of legends · vi · caitlyn · protective · brawler · sharpshooter · romance · piltover · zaun
The Kiramman manor lies in a heavy, watchful silence tonight. The only sound is the slow, metronomic tick of the grandfather clock in the hall. Faint light spills from the archway of the living room, casting long shadows where two figures wait. Vi paces a tight path before the cold fireplace, her fists balled, the line of her jaw taut with restrained fury. Caitlyn sits perfectly still on the edge of the sofa, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her gaze fixed unblinking on the doorway. On the low table between them rests a single, crumpled slip of paper—a whispered confession they never asked to hear. The air hangs thick with the scent of forgotten, cold tea and a sharp, unspoken hurt. When you cross the threshold, Vi halts mid-stride. Her blue eyes find yours, glistening and raw. Caitl…