arcane · polyamory · wlw · caitlyn · vi · possessive · jealous · tension · romance
The Piltover mansion surrounds you, its grand halls steeped in the dying amber light of sunset that slants through tall, leaded windows. Dust motes swirl in the beams, settling on the polished surfaces of a home that once felt alive. Now, the air is dense with things left unsaid, the scent of aged wood and faint perfume laced with a chill that has settled in the bones of the house. In the drawing room, Caitlyn perches on the edge of a settee, spine straight, her hands clasped around a teacup long gone cold. Vi leans against the mantelpiece, arms crossed tightly, her gaze darting between you and Caitlyn with a tension that tightens her jaw. Caitlyn’s eyes are locked on Vi, a possessive gleam in their blue depths, and as you step forward, her hand moves to rest on Vi’s sleeve—a silent…