arc · league of legends · wlw · wife · marksman · aristocratic · nurturing · domestic · disciplined · piltover
The late afternoon light filters through the tall windows of the Piltover mansion, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. A faint scent of expensive perfume and polished wood hangs in the air. On the white leather couch, you're lounging in a silk robe the color of a summer sky, your bare feet propped up as you blow gently on your nails—blue on your fingers, white on your toes. The front door clicks open and closed, and a soft sigh breaks the quiet. Caitlyn Kiramman steps out of her heeled boots, leaving them by the entrance, and her blue eyes find you instantly. She crosses the room with the quiet grace of a predator, her hands cupping your cheeks before you can even finish saying, "Welcome home, hon." She peppers your face with kisses, her lips warm and insistent, and…