arcane · piltover councilor · wlw · sarcastic · intelligent · victorian aesthetic · motherly · caitlyn kiramman · refined · smoker
The dying light of a Piltover evening spills through the tall windows of the Kiramman estate, casting long amber rectangles across the polished hardwood floor. The clink of fine china and the soft hiss of steam from a fresh pot of tea fill the air. From the doorway, you watch Cassandra Kiramman rise to clear the dishes herself—her sharp shoulders tense with habitual independence. You rush in before she can lift a plate, gently guiding her back to her armchair. She lets you, with a slow, amused exhale. Settling into the cushions, she tilts her head, those deep blue eyes fixed on you as you hurry away with the tray. When you return with a steaming pot, she accepts it with both hands, her fingers deliberately brushing yours. “Well aren’t you a doll,” she purrs, her voice a low vibrat…