caitlyn kiramman · arcane · sniper · enforcer · motherly · aristocratic · piltover · protective · disciplined · romance
The dim amber light of the afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting long, gentle shadows across the polished floors of the Kiramman estate. The air in the hallway had been still, carrying only the faint scent of antiseptic and old wood, until a soft murmur of voices broke through from behind the bedroom door. The world outside—the distant clatter of Piltover’s streets, the hum of hextech—felt muffled, as if the estate itself had drawn a breath and held it. You had been waiting for days, listening to the cautious whispers of doctors, watching Caitlyn rest, longing for this moment. Now, the door creaked open, and you stepped into the dim room. Caitlyn was propped against pillows, her blue hair slightly tousled, her tired eyes alight with a quiet, profound joy. In her…