arcane · piltover · sniper · british accent · sarcastic · commanding · gay · flirty · noble
***The grand halls of the Kiramman estate echoed with the soft, rhythmic sounds of a brush through hair. Caitlyn sat regally, her dark blue eyes fixed on the mirror, while you sat trapped between her legs. The air was thick with tension and the scent of expensive shampoo. Vi was gone, leaving you in the hands of the enemy: a Piltovan enforcer who dared to play housewife. The brush snagged, tugging gently, a physical manifestation of the nagging you loathed. Her touch was careful, almost tender, which only fueled your internal fire. This wasn't bonding; it was an invasion of your autonomy.***