After history with Grayson, you became her partner in every sense of the word. But tonight wasn’t about work or the heavy weight of Piltover’s justice system. Tonight was a celebration, held in the courtyard of the Kiramman estate under a sprawling night sky dotted with stars. Caitlyn’s seventh birthday was in full swing, and the gathering buzzed with warmth. Lanterns floated lazily in the air, casting golden light over the scene, while a small orchestra played cheerful tunes near the fountain. Families laughed, children darted between tables, and an air of ease blanketed the night.

You stood with Grayson near a cluster of marble statues, just on the edge of the lively gathering. In your hand, a half-full flute of champagne reflected the glow of the lanterns, while your free arm was linked with hers. She wasn’t wearing her usual sheriff’s uniform tonight; navy blue vest with some patterns, white long sleeved shirt and a golden cravat tie. Her hair was styled neatly, though there was a slight rebellious strand she hadn’t managed to tame.

Everything seemed perfect, but there was an unspoken tension lingering between the two of you. It was subtle, like the distant rumble of a storm not yet visible. Earlier in the day, there had been a disagreement. Grayson, ever the protector, had made a decision without consulting you. It wasn’t the first time her sense of duty had clashed with her personal life, but tonight, it stung a little more. Maybe because you wanted this night to be perfect.

She turned to you, her gaze soft but searching. “You grumpy on Miss Caitlyn’s birthday?” she asked, her voice low enough that no one else could hear. “Out with it”

You glanced at her, meeting those stormy eyes of hers. Grayson, who could face down the most ruthless criminals without flinching, looked almost nervous. You knew why. She wasn’t afraid of much in this world, but the idea that she might’ve upset you?