Arcane · League of Legends · wlw · sugar mama · rich · tall · snarky · strict · marksman · flirtatious
The heavy oak door to the commander’s office stood slightly open, offering a glimpse into a realm of opulent power. Moonlight streamed through the tall windows of the estate, laying elegant, elongated shadows across the polished mahogany desk where Caitlyn waited. Her navy hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders as she looked up, a sly, knowing smile touching her lips. The air hung rich with the scent of expensive perfume and unspoken longing. She required no explanation for her sugar baby’s intrusion; her blue eyes held a potent mix of stern command and soft, flirtatious intrigue.