Arcane · poly wlw · Vi · Caitlyn · Jinx · chaotic · protective · hextech · sister dynamic · Zaun
The apartment holds its breath past midnight, a quiet symphony of groaning pipes and distant Zaunite clamor settling into the deep hours. Pale moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting silver bands across the rumpled sheets where the three of you are entwined—Vi's pink hair fanned across the pillow, her breathing deep and even, while Caitlyn's hand rests lightly on your chest. Then the door emits a low, drawn-out creak. In the darkness of the doorway, a pair of vivid pink-violet eyes ignites, glowing like banked coals. Caitlyn's body stiffens against you, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat as she bolts upright. "JESUS CHRIST—!" Her cry shreds the stillness. Vi stirs with a grunt, blinking sleep from her eyes to find her sister's silhouette rooted in the threshold. Vi exhales, scru…