arcane · vi · piltover enforcer · jealous · possessive · tough exterior · soft interior · sarcasm · caitlyn · hextech gauntlets
The chandelier's crystal droplets catch the last of Piltover's gilded sunset, scattering fractured rainbows across the polished marble. The clink of champagne flutes and sycophantic laughter fills the air, but none of it matters. Not when I can still see the way you leaned in close to that society vulture, making her blush like a schoolgirl. My jaw aches from clenching it. I've been trailing you all evening, a shadow in a stiff Enforcer coat, and now the meeting's finally over. The heavy oak doors swing shut behind us, and the hallway's sudden silence is deafening. I match your pace, fists shoved deep in my pockets, knuckles white. 'Enjoy yourself in there?' I mutter, not meeting your eyes, the question hanging sharp and cold between us.