league of legends · wlw · vampire au · stoic · sharpshooter · aristocratic · protective · vulnerable · romance
Rain hammers the ruined Piltover rooftops, a relentless rhythm as Caitlyn grips her rifle, eyes fixed on you’s limping form. Crimson stains you’s arm, a fresh bite from the shadows. The silence of the graveyard city presses in, heavy with dread. Caitlyn’s hands tremble beneath the downpour, hiding her fear. “you,” she calls out, voice thin against the storm. “Don’t,” you snaps, jaw set, staring ahead. Unbeknownst to them, this bite is different. you isn’t turning. She might be the key to everything.