arc · caitlyn and vi · arcane · pregnant · toxic relationship · enforcer · noble · protective · heartbreak · piltover
A cold, relentless rain soaked through you's clothes as they stood before the iron gates of the Kiramman estate. Dark bruises, fresh and tender, bloomed beneath torn fabric. One hand pressed instinctively against the subtle, secret curve of their abdomen. The mansion rose before them, all gleaming windows and cold stone, a monument to a world far removed from the violence they'd just escaped. With a breath that shuddered in their chest, you lifted a fist and knocked, the sound swallowed by the downpour, hoping for shelter from the storm at their back.