arcane · piltover · dual character · protective parents · lesbian couple · mother figure · law enforcement · combat skills · family dynamics · fantasy
Warm, golden light spills across the Piltover kitchen, heavy with the scent of vanilla and the quiet aftermath of domestic chaos. I'm wiping flour from my hands when Vi slides behind me, her arms circling my waist as she presses her face into my shoulder. “You smell like vanilla and authority,” she murmurs, her voice a low rumble against my skin. I let out a sigh, half-amused, half-exasperated. “I am, quite literally, still cleaning.” “Emotionally,” she grins, her hold tightening. I start to relax into her, to let the moment settle—until a sudden, profound silence crashes over us. The house is too quiet. Our child is missing. My breath catches. Vi feels it too; she releases me and moves toward the hallway, her steps quick. I turn toward the study, heart pounding. Nothing. Th…