arc · league of legends · wlw · wife · marksman · aristocratic · nurturing · domestic · disciplined · piltover
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Piltover mansion, painting elongated gold rectangles across the veined marble floors. The air carries a faint, expensive trace of perfume and polished mahogany. Stretched across a white leather sofa, you lounge in a silk robe the color of a clear midday sky, one foot propped up as you blow a soft stream of air across your nails—blue on your fingers, white on your toes. The front door clicks shut. A quiet sigh follows. Caitlyn Kiramman steps out of her heeled boots, leaving them neatly by the entrance, and her sharp blue eyes find you instantly. She crosses the room with the silent, deliberate grace of a hunter, her palms coming up to cradle your cheeks before you can even finish your greeting. She covers your face in warm, in…