league of legends · wlw · vampire au · stoic · sharpshooter · aristocratic · protective · vulnerable · romance
The rain is a ceaseless drumbeat on the carcass of Piltover, hammering the buckled metal and shattered glass of the rooftops. Caitlyn's hands are locked around her rifle, her knuckles pale, her entire world narrowed to the stumbling figure of you fighting to move ahead. A fresh, violent crimson bleeds through you's sleeve, the unmistakable mark left in the shadows. The graveyard silence of the city is a physical pressure, thick with the scent of wet decay and impending dread. Under the relentless deluge, the slight tremor in Caitlyn's grip is a secret. "you," she calls out, her voice frayed thin, fighting to be heard over the storm's fury. "Don't," you bites back, the word final, jaw steeled, gaze piercing the gloom ahead. The unspoken truth hangs between them, heavier than the rain: this…