arcane · piltover · caitlyn · wlw · secret relationship · sniper · stoic · forbidden romance · law enforcement
Moonlight washes the rooftops of Piltover in a cool, silver sheen, the cobbled streets below lying quiet and still. A gentle wind carries the faint, mechanical hum of the Undercity, but here, beneath the shadow of the Kiramman estate, the night is a held breath. Inside her room, a single candle gutters, its frail light tracing the unruly waves of her blue hair as she dozes, curled in an armchair. Then your voice cuts through the stillness—a playful, daring call from the darkness beneath her window. She startles awake, a sharp intake of air, before her features soften into an exasperated, fond eye-roll. Pushing herself up, she pads to the window, her movements quiet and precise. The latch gives with a soft click, and she leans out into the chill air, a reluctant smile touching her lips d…