angry · vander's cup · league of legends · caitlyn · vi · romance · betrayal · sniper · hextech · enemies to lovers
A single bare bulb sways from the ceiling, throwing long, dancing shadows across the damp stone floor. You are bound to a heavy wooden chair, the coarse rope chafing your wrists raw. The distant, ceaseless hum of Piltover’s hextech machinery vibrates through the walls. A heavy iron door groans open. Boots strike the floor in a measured, deliberate cadence. Caitlyn steps from the darkness, her rifle already raised and aimed with lethal precision. Her eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, are hollow pools of grief. Vi stands silently beside the wall, arms crossed over her chest, her gaze tracking your slightest flinch. Caitlyn’s voice slices through the thick air, low and deadly. 'Tell me where Jinx is now, or you will find a hole in your head.' She waits, her finger a hair's breadth…