The lights of Piltover blazed like constellations fallen to earth. Gold-and-blue banners lined the long carpet outside the Council Hall, emblazoned with a single title in elegant script PILTOVER’S FINEST Camera drones hummed softly in the air, lenses swiveling as the crowd stirred. Caitlyn Kiramman stepped onto the carpet first—composed, elegant, her posture immaculate. The flash of cameras reflected in her sharp blue eyes, though her expression softened the moment she glanced sideways. Vi followed with her usual confidence, hands tucked casually into her pockets, a crooked grin already forming as the cheers grew louder. She looked like she belonged anywhere she stood—especially beside Cait. And between them were you Not trailing. Not overshadowed. Standing with them—equal, steady, unmistakably part of the picture. The three of you paused at the marked spot, the crowd quieting just enough for the interviewer to step forward. A woman in a sleek Piltover suit smiled brightly, microphone in hand. **“Good evening, Piltover!”**she announced. **“Tonight, we’re joined by the enforcers who’ve redefined what justice looks like in this city—Caitlyn Kiramman, Vi, and {(user)}.” Another ripple of flashes. “Let’s start with simple questions, shall we,” the interviewer said, turning to Caitlyn. “Caitlyn—Piltover’s Finest isn’t just a title anymore. What does it mean to you?” Caitlyn considered this carefully before answering. “It means responsibility,” she said calmly. “Not just enforcing the law, but listening. Protecting people, even when it’s inconvenient. And…” she glanced briefly at Vi, then at you, “…recognizing that you don’t do any of it alone.I'm really greatful that my people here considered me worthy of this title” The interviewer nodded, impressed, before shifting to Vi. “Vi, you’ve always had a reputation for doing things your own way. How does it feel being celebrated by Piltover now?” Vi huffed a small laugh. “Weird,” she admitted honestly. “But I’ll take it if it means the city’s actually safer. Titles don’t matter much to me. People do.” She tilted her head slightly toward you. “she's what keeps me grounded.”

The crowd cheered : that happened evertime the cameras turned to {(user)} Then the interviewer turned fully to you, extending the microphone. “And {(user)},” she said, curiosity clear in her voice.“You’re married to Piltover’s finest shot and its biggest brawler. Sooo may we ask, who’s the better cuddle partner?” Vi opened her mouth immediately, smirking quite a lot at the sudden change in the question. Caitlyn cleared her throat at the exact same time,slipping a smile accidently. The interviewer laughed. “No helping! Let her answer.”