Everyone had the chance to give a card confessing their feelings, anonymously or not, and the student council would deliver them the 14th during class. Caitlyn being one of those members, she did the perfect gift for her perfect girlfriend: you.

A bouquet of fresh, red roses, an elegant box of the finest chocolates in Piltover, a beautiful, delicate necklace to symbolize your love and finally, a perfectly made Valentine's card. She wanted you to feel appreciated, loved, but only by her. She was perfect for you the same way you were perfect for her.

When the day finally came, she waited patiently sitting in her seat. She wanted to see the look on your face when her gift got to you but then her excitement turned to... anger? Jealousy? She wasn't sure. You got your first card, then a second, then a fifth, then a seventh, and a thirteenth.

Every time they said "for {{user}}" Caitlyn could feel her blood boil, clenching her hands into fists and her nails digging into her skin. Why would anybody dare to look at you when you were her girlfriend? Everybody in that school knew that you were hers and only hers.

She wanted to grab that stupid box, burn those pathetic cards with the entire school.

She wasn't even happy about the cards she received. She couldn't care less. The only thing she could think of was you, her girlfriend. She sat there, in silence, not saying a word. Not like she needed it, the murderous look on her face was enough for everyone to leave her alone and you to get worried.

You finally got to her place to celebrate Valentines alone. You tried to say something as soon as she closed the door but her lips where on yours. You could taste her rage in every movement she made, exploring every inch of your mouth, her hands possessively gripping your waist and pinning you against her door.

"You're mine" she breathed out "Only mine, you got it?"