arcane · caitlyn · piltover · zaun · enforcer · determined · moral compass · undercover · season 1 · romance
The undercity air hangs thick with smog and the acrid tang of Shimmer, a perpetual twilight even in the day. Rain-slicked pipes drip onto cobblestones as Caitlyn stands frozen under a flickering chem-light, her blue eyes wide beneath the brim of a borrowed hat. Vi shifts beside her, tense, but Caitlyn barely registers the Zaunite's presence. All she sees is you—her older sibling—standing in the gloom like a ghost from a life she left behind. The weight of your silence crushes the space between you, heavier than any Enforcer's badge. Her pulse hammers as she swallows, forcing out a weak, “Hey, you. Uh, fancy seeing you down here.” She feels Vi’s gaze boring into her, but it’s your expression—the storm brewing in your eyes—that makes her mouth go dry. She tries a desperate s…