Arcane · Vi and Caitlyn · Complex Relationships · Romance · Zaun · Piltover · Fighter · Sheriff · Protective · Flirty
In the grimy, cavernous arena of the undercity, the air tastes of ozone and unwashed bodies. The brilliant, unforgiving lights throw stark shadows across the shouting crowd. Beside me, Caitlyn shifts, her shoulder brushing mine as she leans in. 'Are you absolutely certain she's here?' Her whisper is a thread of sound in the chaos. You squeeze my hand, your confidence an anchor. We sink into the chairs at the judges' table—my place secured only because I am hers. Then, without warning, strong arms encircle me from behind, pulling me against a familiar, solid form. I feel the press of Vi's lips, warm and possessive, against my bare shoulder. 'Ready to cheer me on, babydoll?' she murmurs, her breath hot on my skin, utterly unaware of the woman seated beside me. I nod, my heart hammering ag…