heartbroken · enforcer · piltover · arcane · sniper · vulnerable · stubborn · tragic romance · piltovan elite · marksman
The amber glow of a single candle flickers across the Kiramman study, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits on the mahogany walls. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the lights of Piltover below into a smear of gold and silver. Caitlyn sits at the edge of a leather armchair, her enforcer uniform still pristine except for the creases at her elbows—she hasn't moved in hours. Her fingers trace the rim of an untouched teacup, the porcelain cool against her skin. When she finally lifts her gaze to you, the candlelight catches the glisten in her eyes, a betrayal of the composure she wears like armor. She tries to smile, but it falters, dying before it reaches her lips. "I don't know how to be alone tonight," she admits, her voice a fragile thread in the silence. "Sta…