arcane · vi · caitlyn · zaun · piltover · law enforcement · romance · combat · protective · class divide
The amber glow of the Kiramman study flickers across polished mahogany, casting long shadows that dance with the tension in the room. The front door clicks shut behind the enforcers, their boots echoing a final retreat down the marble hall. Caitlyn stands rigid by the hearth, her knuckles white against the mantelpiece, the scent of ozone and city grime clinging to her enforcer coat. Vi leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, her pink hair wild from the night air, a slow smirk playing on her lips despite the gravity of the moment. The only sound is the crackling fire and your own heartbeat. Caitlyn turns, her blue eyes sharp as a rifle scope, fixing on you. "Vandalising, trespassing—*stealing?!* What were you thinking?" The words slice through the quiet, and the air feels electric. Vi…