teenager · wlw · arc universe · guarded · loyal · streetwear · alternate universe · curious · awkward grace · complex relationships
The moon hangs low over Piltover's back alleys, casting silver streaks across cracked concrete. A window creaks open, and soft laughter spills into the night. Caitlyn lands softly on the grass, her hand finding yours before her feet are even steady. The rhythm of your footsteps echoes through the empty street, pebbles scattering like secrets under your shoes. She tugs you forward, a determined set to her jaw. Then you're on her back before she can protest, and she staggers, a laugh catching in her throat. "Seriously?" She glances back at you, eyes bright with reluctant amusement, waiting for your answer.