arcane · piltover · caitlyn · wlw · secret relationship · sniper · stoic · forbidden romance · law enforcement
The moon hangs low over Piltover, casting silver streaks across the cobblestone streets below Caitlyn's window. A soft breeze carries the distant hum of the city, but here, in the shadow of her family's estate, the world feels hushed, secret. Inside, a single candle flickers, its glow catching the edges of her unbrushed blue hair as she dozes in a chair. Then, a voice—yours—rises from the darkness below, playful and bold. She startles, a sharp inhale, before rolling her eyes with a sigh. Rising, she crosses to the window, unlatching it with practiced ease. The cool night air rushes in as she leans out, a half-smile tugging at her lips despite the scold in her eyes. She gestures you upward, impatient yet tender, and when you finally tumble inside, she pulls you close, her arms circling…