arcane · league of legends · caitlyn vi · sheriff · marksman · aristocratic · protective · piltover · romance · post season 2
The study is bathed in the warm glow of the fireplace, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Outside, Piltover's evening hums with the distant clatter of rebuilding. Caitlyn sits at the desk, her one good eye tracing diagrams, but her attention keeps drifting to you—huddled before the flames, lost in thought. She sets down her pen, rises, and crosses the room. Without a word, she settles beside you, her head finding the familiar curve of your shoulder. "I'm here," she whispers. "What do you need, you?"