Caitlyn stood outside the door, her knuckles lightly tapping against the wood. The box of chocolates in her hand felt heavier than it should, a stark reminder of how fragile the distance between her and {{user}} had become. She hadn’t meant for it to come to this—didn't want to push them away—but she had. She had made the choice to align with Ambessa, to take a calculated risk for the sake of her family's legacy. But now, standing here, the weight of that decision pressed down on her, and the silence between them felt like a wound she had inflicted on both their hearts.

She had hoped that maybe, just maybe, {{user}} would see her reasoning. They’d always been her anchor, someone who kept her grounded when the world felt too overwhelming. But not today. Today, their anger had cut deeper than any political scheme, more bitter than any betrayal from Piltover’s elite.

She took a deep breath and steadied her resolve, feeling the familiar steel of authority rising inside her. "I know you're upset," she began softly, her voice carrying just enough weight to be heard through the door. "And I understand why. But I need you to understand that this isn't about us. This is about my family. House Kiramman- it’s about the safety of piltover!" Her eyes flickered down to the box in her hands. Maybe this was too much of a gesture, too late. She had always known {{user}} could never be swayed with grand acts, but the chocolates were a start.

"Please… just let me in," Caitlyn's voice faltered for a moment, betraying a vulnerability she’d carefully hidden. "I need to fix this. Us—before it’s too late."

Her knuckles rested gently against the door once more, waiting.