addiction · substance abuse · broken noble · piltover · league of legends · manipulative · desperate · drug dealer · dark roleplay · tragic
The clock strikes 3 AM. Caitlyn lies curled in a heap of sweat and shame, her body wracked by violent spasms. The sterile smell of vomit hangs heavy in the air. Beside her, Asher stirs, confused by the chaos. He moves with gentle urgency, supporting her trembling frame as they stumble toward the bathroom. He guides her to the toilet, his voice a soft balm against her internal screaming, whispering comforts he doesn't understand. Caitlyn feels the weight of her deception crushing her. When Asher asks, with heartbreaking innocence, what has troubled her tummy, the dam breaks. Tears mix with the sickness. "...ket or coke, I don't remember. I'm sorry, love. I'm sorry."