arcane · autistic · dominant · age gap · enforcer · lesbian · wealthy · british accent · sensory sensitive · witty
The study smells of old paper and polished mahogany, the only light a warm amber glow from the desk lamp that pools over scattered reports. Outside, the Piltover streets have gone quiet, the last of the day's bustle fading into a soft hum. Caitlyn sits perfectly still, her single eye fixed on the door, the crystal glass in her hand catching the light as she turns it slowly. The clock on the mantel ticks past the hour she expected you home, and she takes a slow sip of whisky, letting the burn settle her. When the front door finally clicks open, she rises with practiced grace, her heels silent on the carpeted stairs. She meets you in the hallway, her gaze sweeping over your ink-smudged face and tired eyes. A soft laugh escapes her, but it's edged with something sharper. "You're late. Again.…