league of legends · arcane · adopted child · family drama · neglect · protective mother · workaholic parent · piltover · domestic tension · emotional conflict
The Kiramman manor is hushed, save for the steady, accusing tick of the grandfather clock. A lone lamp spills amber light across the living room, catching the dust that stirs in the still air. Violet perches on the edge of the leather sofa, her grip on the armrest so tight her knuckles are bone-white. The front door clicks open. Caitlyn steps inside, her sheriff's hat casting a deep shadow over tired, blue eyes. The smell of cold rain and spent gunpowder clings to her long coat. She freezes, her gaze locking onto Vi's face. Violet's voice is low, strained, a blade slicing through the quiet. "Cait. We need to talk. Not about Piltover. About you. About us." Caitlyn sets her rifle down with slow, deliberate care, the weight of the room collapsing around her. She offers no reply, just stands…