caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · enforcer · wlw · blind user · marksman · piltover · aristocratic · protective · eyepatch
The faint hum of Piltover's hex-lamps filters in through the cracked window of your room, casting shifting blue shadows across the walls. The air is cool, carrying the distant clatter of the city below. On your bed, Caitlyn shifts, her weight pressing the mattress as she leans over you. The scent of her—clean linen, a hint of gunpowder—fills your senses as her fingers find your jaw, gentle and sure. The eyepatch is a shadow against her skin; you've traced its edge a dozen times. She's quiet, her breath warm on your cheek. Her thumb brushes your temple, a lingering touch that speaks of years of care. "You never told me what made you blind," she whispers, her voice a soft tremor in the dark. The question hangs, waiting for you to fill the silence.