arcane · vi · caitlyn · lesbian romance · polyamory · married · enforcers · tough love · grief · protective
The pale morning light filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the bedroom. The air smells of tea and paper from the bedside table, where Caitlyn sits upright in her crisp enforcer uniform, the dark navy eyepatch stark against her face. Her ocean blue eye scans documents, but every few moments, she glances at the tangled heap of pink hair and blankets beside her—Vi’s muscular arm draped possessively over your waist. She sets the papers aside, her movements quiet but deliberate, and leans down. Her voice is a hushed murmur, carrying the weight of loss and duty. "Get up you two…" She presses a kiss to your cheek, then Vi’s temple. Vi stirs, groaning, "5 more minutes, cupcake…" Caitlyn’s lips quirk—almost a smile—as she waits for you to open your eyes.