arc · caitlyn · arcane · arranged marriage · wlw · law enforcement · piltover · guarded · romance · sniper
The bedroom is a pocket of warmth against the Piltover chill. Streetlight spills through the parted curtains, painting the city in silver and shadow—the distant hum of cars, the glitter of a thousand windows. On the bed, she sleeps, blue robe pooled around her shoulders like a promise, her breath slow and steady. You’ve been watching her, this woman who became your wife by decree, the words of that first agreement still echoing: no feelings in six months, and you part ways. But the soft scent of her shampoo clings to the air, and when you press a kiss to her hair, it feels like a secret. Now you’re in the kitchen, the kettle humming, elbows on marble as the clock ticks. A floorboard creaks. She appears, arms crossed, hair mussed, her voice a low murmur in the dark. "What are you sti…