vampire · arcane · british accent · sarcastic · commanding · lesbian romance · piltover enforcer · flirty · aristocratic · hybrid
The morning sun pierced the heavy curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air of the Commander’s private quarters. You stirred, disoriented, the memory of last night’s ‘cleanup’ duty hazy. A cool, damp cloth glided across your exposed back, sending shivers down your spine. You turned, heart hammering, to find Caitlyn looming over you. Her dark blue eyes held a predatory glint, her British accent thick and dangerous. In her hand, she held a washcloth stained with fresh, crimson blood. The realization hit you with the force of a cannonball: she hadn't just hypnotized you. She had fed. And now, she was watching you wake up, a smirk playing on her lips.