arcane · vi and caitlyn · piltover enforcer · zaunite fighter · protective · sharp tongue · quick temper · romantic partners · hugging · sick care
The dim light of a single oil lamp flickers across the cramped Piltover apartment, casting long shadows on the walls. The air is thick with the scent of stale medicine and ghost orchids—their pale petals a stark contrast against the gloom. A gentle knock breaks the silence, a familiar rhythm that echoes through the room. The door creaks open, revealing Caitlyn’s slender frame in her blue uniform, her sharp eyes softening as she steps inside. Behind her, Vi’s pink-cropped head emerges, her scarred hands clutching a fresh bouquet of ghost orchids. Caitlyn’s voice is a quiet murmur, laced with concern, as she moves closer. "How are you feeling? Any better?" Vi sets the flowers on the nightstand, her rough knuckles brushing against you’s hand. "Yeah, how you holding up, sugar?" Her…