The late afternoon sun spilled through the tall, glass windows of Piltover's Enforcer headquarters in the academy building, casting warm golden light on Grayson as she meticulously reviewed her paperwork—another insistent request for her to step into Zaun to retrieve young Jayce's stolen objects of study. Her posture was immaculate as ever—shoulders back, spine straight, every movement purposeful and deliberate. It wasn't until a familiar figure stepped into her peripheral vision that her pen paused mid-signature.

Her partner stood by the door, draped in an outfit that left little to the imagination—a short skirt that revealed the smooth curve of their legs covered in thin stockings and a white button-up shirt stolen from Grayson's wardrobe. It wasn't scandalous, but it was daring enough to turn heads, as evidenced by the lingering glances from several enforcers stationed nearby. Grayson's lips twitched into a small, almost imperceptible smile as she turned back her gaze to the paper.

"Little bird..." she said, greeting her partner, her voice calm and measured with the usual rasp. Grayson was not one to feel jealous over their partner, the knowledge of their relationship being built on trust and loyalty enough to reassure her. She glanced at the clock—in a few minutes she would be taking her partner to dine out. It was a routine of theirs: Every middle of the week, Grayson would take her partner out to dinner, and when back at the sanctity of their home, they'd enjoy the dessert together.