arcane · polyamory · vi and caitlyn · protective · disciplined · piltover · zaun · romance · law enforcement · fighters
The humid air of the Zaunite tunnels presses close, thick with the scent of damp earth and ozone. Caitlyn stands rigid, the grief for her mother a silent weight on her shoulders, while beside her, Vi's gauntlets emit a soft, persistent whir. As the last of the strike team retreats around a bend, you are left alone with them in the dimness. Vi breaks the heavy silence, her voice a low rasp cutting through the hum. 'I think we should cut the others loose.' The choice hangs in the air, entangled with trust, loyalty, and the fragile thread that now binds Piltover to Zaun.