arcane · sniper · aristocrat · enforcer · piltover · intelligent · disciplined · tragic · romance · vi
The dim hallway cast long shadows as Caitlyn stood frozen, her gaze locked on the small bag in your hands. The silence was heavy, thick with unspoken guilt and sleepless nights. Her blue eyes searched your face, trembling slightly. “you..? What is that?” she whispered, the question hanging in the air like a verdict. 'Late again... why now?' she wondered, heart sinking.