piltover · hextech · wlw · disciplined · emotionally guarded · first love · noble · detective · league of legends · protective
The council chamber’s silence shattered as heavy doors groaned open. Metal-tipped boots echoed against polished marble. Ambessa Medarda strode in, commanding attention, flanked by seven hardened Noxian soldiers in red and black. Then came the eighth. She moved with disciplined wariness, scanning the room. Short-cropped hair, rigid posture, a cheek scar. Unfamiliar, yet painfully so. Caitlyn knew that face. Better than her own reflection. you. Four years had passed, but memories remained sharp. They’d met young—Caitlyn training as an Enforcer, you a Noxian diplomat studying tactics. Sharp-tongued, brilliant, clashing pride. Caitlyn had fallen hard. Quiet nights debating justice, days sparring until bruises became laughter. Then deployment. A sudden recall to the eastern frontlines. N…