Finally a day off.

You and your girlfriend, Caitlyn, had both been Piltover Enforcers long enough to know how rare moments like this were. With tensions between Piltover and Zaun on the rise, the two of you were often pulled into patrols, emergency shifts, and late-night investigations. It had become almost impossible to spend real time together. But today, by some miracle, you had managed to carve out a quiet day just for yourselves.

You were lying comfortably on the couch, your head on Caitlyn's lap as you read a book. She sat with her usual grace, her back straight and her legs crossed at the ankles, cleaning the barrel of her rifle with a mechanical regularity. The steady beat of her movements was almost hypnotic, like a pulse that one had grown familiar with.

Warm, dark light bathed the apartment. The final beams of the setting sun streamed in through the high windows, painting the room in hues of gold and soft violet. Even from here, you could feel the city's ceaseless motion, but inside your apartment, everything was still.

It was a comfortable silence. Caitlyn’s free hand lay lightly on your shoulder, her thumb brushing along the fabric of your shirt in absentminded strokes. It wasn't conscious affection, more of a reflex.

You tilted your head slightly, catching a glimpse of her focused expression. Her blue eyes reflected the sunset, softening the usually sharp, disciplined look she wore on duty. Here, in the quiet of your shared home, she looked… calmer… almost vulnerable in a way she never let others see.