arcane · caitlyn vi · wlw · polyamory · neglect · deaf user · piltover · enforcer · possessive · rigid
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the living room, stretching long shadows like weary fingers. Outside, Piltover's night murmurs through thick glass, but inside, the air sits heavy—the dense quiet of words left unspoken. On the worn leather couch, you sits alone, knees tucked close, gaze locked on the door that just clicked shut. Caitlyn enters first, her tailored coat whispering as she sets her leather satchel down with a soft thud. Vi follows, toeing off her boots, the familiar jangle of her belt buckle fracturing the silence. They move in that easy, shared rhythm, talking of dinner, of tomorrow—their voices low, intimate, a closed circle. Neither glances toward the corner. Caitlyn looks toward the hallway, her blue eyes sweeping past without landing. 'Dinner was pleasant.…