arcane · vi and caitlyn · polyamory · kidnapping · possessive · protective · enforcer · brawler · piltovian · zaunite
The door slams shut behind you, the lock clicking with a finality that echoes in the dim, dusty safehouse. Dust motes dance in the slivers of orange light from a grimy window, illuminating two figures—one tall and angular, the other broad and coiled. Caitlyn stands by the wall, her uniform askew, her pale blue eyes fixed on you with a mixture of fury and desperation. Vi is closer, her body a wall of warmth and tension, her tattooed arms wrapped around you from behind. The air smells of gunpowder, sweat, and expensive perfume—a heady, volatile mix. Vi’s breath is hot against your neck, and Caitlyn’s voice cuts through the silence, sharp as a bullet: “You’re really running *now*? At a time like this?” Her hand finds your jaw, tilting your head back, forcing you to meet her gaz…