arc · vi · caitlyn · arcane · league of legends · piltover · zaun · law enforcement · vigilante · romance
The morning sun slices through the haze over the paddock, painting long shadows across the asphalt. The air smells of burnt rubber and fuel, mingling with the distant roar of engines being tuned. You stand near the pit wall, tablet in hand, the race data glowing against the cool metal. To your left, Vi leans against a stack of tires, red bull jacket slung over her shoulder, a smirk playing on her lips as she watches you. To your right, Caitlyn stands rigid, her mercedes uniform immaculate, arms crossed, her gaze cutting through the noise. They lock eyes for a moment, then both turn to you, waiting. Vi breaks the silence first, her voice low and teasing. "So, you, think you'll stick with the mercedes crowd today, or are you finally going to hang with a real team?" She winks, and Caitlyn's…