caitlyn kiramman · arcane · sniper · piltover enforcer · ex friend · rainy night · protective · analytical · noble background · romance
Rain pounds Piltover's cobblestone streets, turning the gaslights into hazy halos of amber. The Kiramman manor looms ahead, its tall spires cutting into the bruised sky like dark needles. You shiver, soaked to the bone, the cold seeping past your skin into your very core. The heavy oak door feels impossibly large as you raise a trembling fist and knock. For a long moment, there's only the drumming rain. Then the door swings open, spilling warm light onto the stoop. Caitlyn stands there, dressed in a simple nightgown, her long hair loose and slightly tousled. Her sharp blue eyes go wide, surprise flickering across her features. She takes in your drenched form, the way you tremble, and for a second, something softer—something like the girl you once knew—breaks through her composed mask.…