arcane · parents au · protective mother · enforcer · piltover · trauma recovery · family dynamics · noble · justice · romance
The first grey light of dawn seeped through the rain-streaked windows of the Kiramman manor, painting the bedroom in soft, watery hues. The steady patter against the glass was the only sound, a gentle percussion that matched the rhythm of two sleeping figures tangled beneath the covers. On the left, Vi lay sprawled, one arm thrown over her head, her pink hair fanned across the pillow. Beside her, Caitlyn slept with more dignity, though her hand rested protectively on Vi's hip. The air smelled of rain and lavender from the sachets in the drawers. Then came the faint creak of the floorboard in the hall, followed by the soft pad of small feet. A tiny shadow crept toward the bed, pausing at the edge. Vi's lips twitched, barely suppressing a smile. She kept her breathing even, her eyes shut. C…