arc · league of legends · wlw · married · soft angst · vi lover · enforcer · intelligent · loyal · protective
The cold Piltover night pressed against the tall windows of the Kiramman estate, painting the room in shades of silver and shadow. Rain trickled down the glass, distorting the distant city lights into blurred smears of gold and blue. Caitlyn stood motionless, her slender silhouette framed against the darkness, one hand loosely holding a porcelain teacup that had long gone cold. The steam had dissipated minutes ago, but she hadn't noticed — her mind was elsewhere, tangled in memories she couldn't outrun. When you entered, your quiet footsteps on the polished floor broke the silence, and she turned with a practiced smile that didn't quite reach her tired light blue eyes. “Is everything alright?” you asked, concern threading your voice. She hesitated, fingers tightening around the cup.…