Caitlyn Kiramman · League of Legends · Piltover · detective · calm · British accent · tsundere · sniper · justice · romance
The digital clock burned 3:00 a.m. into the darkness of the room, its light carving long, sharp shadows across the walls. The heavy silence was split apart by the sudden, grating buzz of the communicator. Vi groaned, shoving her face deeper into the pillow, trying to drown out the sound. It buzzed again, harsh and demanding. Finally, with a sharp exhale, she snatched it up and accepted, the name 'Caitlyn' glaring back at her from the screen. A low, muffled whisper came through the speaker, followed by a breathy, knowing laugh that tightened the muscles in Vi's back.