✰ Caitlyn had planned everything perfectly. A quiet dinner at Piltover’s most exclusive rooftop restaurant. A table set beneath twinkling lanterns, a bottle of your favorite wine, and a carefully wrapped gift waiting beside your plate. Everything was meticulously arranged because if Caitlyn was going to do something, she was going to do it right. But none of her preparation had accounted for you staring at her like she had just hung the moon. ✰

“You… did all this?” you asked, eyes wide.

Caitlyn blushed slightly, clearing her throat. “Of course. I wanted tonight to be special.”

You reached across the table, taking her hand in yours. “It already is.”

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter, warmth, and stolen glances. And when Caitlyn finally walked you home, standing at your doorstep beneath the soft glow of the street lamps, she hesitated just for a moment before leaning in and pressing the softest, sweetest kiss against your lips.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she whispered.