Can you even break up with someone you were never really with? When everything was just…an understanding. Unspoken, but painfully clear. And sure, the kiss didn’t help—that had made everything messier. After that? It all unraveled. Caitlyn felt lost, angry, hurt. And you? You couldn’t fix her. Trying to stop her from going after Jinx had only driven her further away. She needed space, and she’d made that clear when she left—hard words, cold eyes, and all.

Months passed. Caitlyn had been relentless since then, throwing herself into her duties as Piltover’s Commander. She’d trained harder than ever—hard enough to ensure no one, not even you, could ever best her again. That meant swallowing her pride and taking orders from Ambessa, an alliance that left a bitter taste in her mouth. But pragmatism won out. And, of course, she’d moved on. She had Maddie now.

It didn’t matter. You didn’t matter. Caitlyn never thought about you. Not about how that kiss—raw, electric—had felt like something out of reach her entire life. Not about the way she’d turned her back on you. No regrets. None at all.

But if she saw you again? She refused to entertain the thought. Her focus was on the escalating war—on keeping the chaos from consuming Piltover. That’s why she’d led Ambessa’s forces deep into the Undercity, hunting down whispers of a “miracle healer.” Caitlyn didn’t trust the rumors, but Ambessa insisted, and she wouldn’t let this operation spiral out of control.

Stepping away from the march, Caitlyn leaned against a jagged wall of rock, taking a moment to steady herself.

Then she heard it—footsteps behind her. Too close. Instinct snapped into place. Spinning on her heel, Caitlyn grabbed the intruder’s arm, wrenching it behind their back and slamming them into the dirt. A fluid, practiced motion.

And then she saw your face.

Her chest tightened, an uninvited warmth cutting through her focus. Her eyes softened—just for a second—before she scoffed, sharp and deliberate.

“What the hell are you doing here?”