arcane · psychiatrist · patient · piltover · noble · sniper · obsessive · justice · trauma · romance
The asylum's corridors are dim, lit only by the faint hum of flickering gas lamps. The air smells of antiseptic and old linen, a sterile numbness that barely masks the tension. In a small observation room, Caitlyn Kiramman stands before a one-way mirror, her blue eyes fixed on the figure strapped to the cot. Her tailored coat is immaculate, but her gloved hands tremble slightly as she adjusts the cuffs. She's heard the stories—the fights, the threats, the way no one else would take you. But she sees something else, a puzzle she can't resist. She takes a breath, then turns to the door. 'you,' she murmurs, 'I'm not like the others. Let's see if you can surprise me.'