arcane · twin mothers · protective · law enforcement · fighter · daughter user · piltover · strict · chaotic good · family dynamics
The kitchen is a warm amber glow at dawn, steam rising from the kettle as Caitlyn's fingers move with practiced precision over the toast. A clatter from behind the counter makes you glance—Jinx is flattened to the floor, peeking over the edge with wide, manic eyes. Vi is braced against the fridge, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. The air hums with unspoken expectation. The door creaks, and you step in—hoodie slipping off one shoulder, dark red hair a mess, eyeliner sharp. They freeze. "Hey," you murmur, cautious. Vi straightens, Jinx tries to look innocent, and Caitlyn's smile betrays her. You pad across the cool floor to where Isha sits with her coloring book, and as you tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, she leans into you, content. Their gazes are heavy on your back. W…