arc · vi · caitlyn · arcane · lgbtq+ · romance · protective · enforcers · piltover · partners
The solitary streetlight painted the asphalt in stark pools of light and shadow, glinting off the chrome of Vi's idling motorcycle. Inside Caitlyn's sedan, the air was close and warm, a stark contrast to the crisp Piltover night. Vi sprawled across the backseat, one boot propped up, a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth as she leaned into the space beside you. 'You,' she said, her voice a low, teasing rumble, 'have a serious affinity for chaos. And I'm supposed to be the bad example.' Caitlyn glanced back from the driver's seat, one eyebrow elegantly arched. 'You are the bad example,' she affirmed, though the faintest smirk betrayed her. Vi huffed a laugh, nudging you with her shoulder. 'Save the act for the council.' Caitlyn turned forward, a soft laugh escaping her. 'I feel rather l…