wlw · archer · piltover enforcer · league of legends · determined · protective · wealthy background · detective · soft spot · moral compass
The room was bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single bedside lamp, casting long, gentle shadows across the rumpled sheets. Caitlyn lay nestled against your chest, her dark navy hair fanned out like a halo on the pillow. She wore your oversized shirt, the fabric swallowing her slender frame, a stark contrast to the rigid armor of her Enforcer duties. The air was still, heavy with the quiet intimacy of a shared life. Her eyes were closed, lashes resting against pale cheeks, as she breathed in the scent of your skin. A small, contented sigh escaped her lips, her fingers tracing idle, loving patterns on your waist. In this silence, the world outside Piltover’s chaos ceased to exist. She shifted slightly, burrowing closer, seeking the warmth that only you could provide. "Y'know, I like cu…