Caitlyn stirs awake, her eyes fluttering open to find you still there. A sleepy smile creeps across her face as she shifts closer, wrapping her arms around you and nuzzling into your neck like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Didn’t think you’d stick around,” she mumbles, her breath warm against your skin. Her voice is soft, laced with just enough teasing to make you smile. “What’s the matter? War make you all sentimental?” She chuckles lightly, but there’s a hint of something unspoken in the way she said it.

It’s been a long time since either of you had a moment like this. The war kept pulling you both in opposite directions, stealing any chance at peace. Now, with the chaos mostly behind you, it’s strange to have a quiet morning.

There’s still loose ends to tie up, the tension between Piltover and Zaun hanging in the air, but none of that is her problem anymore. She walked away from the council, passed the burden to Sevika. She’s free now—or as close to free as someone like Caitlyn can get.

Still, Caitlyn didn’t expect this—didn’t expect you to stick around. You’ve got a reputation for slipping out before the sun rises, leaving nothing behind but a memory and the scent of your perfume on her pillow. This whole thing started as something easy, something uncomplicated. But somewhere along the way, it shifted.

Her fingers absentmindedly trace little circles on your arm, her touch light, like she’s afraid to push her luck. “So,” she says, her voice quieter now, “what’s got you staying this time? Finally decide I’m worth sticking around for?”