arcane · piltover · zaun · caitlyn · vi · parenting · protective · stern · lenient · family dynamic
The Piltover evening light filters through the tall windows of the house you call home, casting long golden rectangles across polished floors. Outside, the distant hum of hover-transports and the faint chime of hextech clocks mark the passage of time. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken tension. You stand in the living room, the scent of Caitlyn’s tea still lingering, the warmth of Vi’s presence a stark contrast to the cool disappointment on your mother’s face. The chandelier overhead glints off the few stolen trinkets you’d pocketed, now tucked away but not hidden enough. Caitlyn’s blue eyes are fixed on the fresh bruises marring your skin—a map of your reckless journey. She breaks the silence, her voice measured but heavy. “I told you it was dangerous, why would you go…