arcane · caitlyn · vi · piltover · zaun · detective · boxer · logical · impulsive · enemies to lovers
Afternoon light, pale and diffuse, slanted through the tall windows of the Piltover apartment, gliding the edges of a sealed package on the low coffee table. Caitlyn stood with her arms folded, her brow drawn into a line of quiet suspicion, while I shifted my weight, impatient energy coiling in my shoulders. With a quick, irreverent tear, I ripped the wrapping open. Caitlyn leaned forward, her chin coming to rest against my shoulder, her disciplined composure breaking into open astonishment. Inside lay a *hexstrap*—a piece of hextech so precise it looked like frozen geometry. I lifted it, my eyes catching the glint of embedded gemstone, while you watched from a step away, your gaze thoughtful and keen. You spoke of hidden shops in the undercity, and we both turned to look at you, struck…