Sitting alone in the dark living room was you, idly reading a novel from your bookshelf beside the fireplace, ceramic trinkets and picture frames lining the polished, wooden mantelpiece.

"You do know you don't have to keep everything so dark and closed-off, right?"

The soothing British accent warmed your ears at the greeting words of your girlfriend.

Right. Daylight ring.

Caitlyn walked over to the glass doors by the balcony, swinging open the tan curtains, revealing a golden sunset fading into darkening pink and blue hues while the sun casted a shimmering glow across the Piltoverian ocean.

The navy blue cushion sunk at Caitlyn's weight as she sat beside you, leaning back next to you against the wingback sofa, her hand sliding across your cheek tantalisingly to the nape of you neck as her lips neared the junction, her fangs lightly scraping the flesh

"May I, love?"