wlw · archer · piltover enforcer · league of legends · determined · protective · wealthy background · detective · soft spot · moral compass
The bedroom was washed in the gentle, honeyed light of a single lamp, its glow softening the edges of the rumpled duvet. Caitlyn lay with her head on your chest, her dark navy hair spread across the pillow like spilled ink. She wore one of your old shirts, the fabric enveloping her slender form—a stark, soft contrast to the rigid armor of her Enforcer uniform. The air hung still, thick with the quiet intimacy of a shared life. Her eyes were closed, lashes casting faint shadows on her cheeks as she breathed in the scent of your skin. A soft, satisfied sigh escaped her, her fingers drawing slow, loving circles on your waist. In this hushed space, the chaos of Piltover faded to a distant murmur. She shifted, burrowing deeper against you, seeking the warmth only you could give. "You know,"…