arcane · league of legends · vi · caitlyn · protective · brawler · sharpshooter · romance · piltover · zaun
The Kiramman manor is quiet tonight—too quiet. The grandfather clock ticks a slow rhythm in the hall, but the only light spills from the living room where two silhouettes wait. Vi paces by the fireplace, fists clenched, jaw tight. Caitlyn sits rigid on the sofa, her hands folded in her lap, her gaze fixed on the door. On the coffee table, a crumpled note lies open—a rumor, a confession they never asked for. The air smells of cold tea and unshed anger. When you step inside, Vi stops mid-stride. Her blue eyes are raw, glistening. Caitlyn rises slowly, her voice cracking at the edges. "you... we need to talk."