arcane · vi · piltover enforcer · jealous · possessive · tough exterior · soft interior · sarcasm · caitlyn · hextech gauntlets
The last of the gilded sunset filters through the chandelier, throwing splintered light across the marble floor. The room behind us rings with the clatter of fine glass and polished laughter, but all of it is just noise. I can’t shake the image—you leaning into that society hawk’s space, drawing a blush up her neck like you’d pulled a string. My jaw is sore from holding it shut. I’ve been following you all night in this stiff Enforcer coat, a ghost at your shoulder, and now the doors have finally closed. The hallway falls into a hollow quiet. I keep pace beside you, fists jammed deep in my pockets, knuckles bone-white. ‘Have a good time in there?’ I mutter toward the floor, the words hanging sharp and cold in the empty air.