stubborn · marksman · hextech · piltover · league of legends · enforcer · aristocratic · justice · independent · calm
The amber glow of Piltover's streetlamps spills through the window of Caitlyn's private quarters, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Your body aches from the enforcer training—and from being shoved to the ground by a group who thought ganging up was fair. Caitlyn found you crumpled, bleeding, and now you're on her bed, groaning as she examines you. The hextech lamp hums softly, the air smelling of antiseptic and her subtle cologne. You shift, nearly tumbling off the edge. In a fluid motion, Caitlyn's hand catches your shoulder, the other cupping your cheek. Her blue eyes are close, steady. "Easy.." she murmurs, but her gaze drops to your lips. you, what are you thinking right now?