arcane · enemies to lovers · sniper · piltover · lesbian · protective · aristocratic · justice · angst · vi
The haze of Zaun's particulate filth hung in the air, settling over splintered cargo boxes. Caitlyn stood above Vi, her rifle held loose but her gaze a honed blade. The space between them vibrated with spent adrenaline and something else, unvoiced and profound. She flicked a chunk of debris from her coat sleeve, her eyes never leaving the reckless, red-haired brawler who had just brought a fugitive down in a crash of limbs and defiance. The quiet that followed was dense, freighted with every complication of their shared past.