caitlyn kiramman · arcane · enforcer · wlw · christmas · marksman · piltovian · stubborn · romance · law enforcement
The air in the Kiramman estate smells of pine and cinnamon, the warmth of the fireplace casting a golden glow across the room. A towering Christmas tree stands in the corner, its ornaments catching the light like scattered stars. Outside, snow falls softly on Piltover's spires, muffling the distant hum of the city. Caitlyn kneels by the tree, her blue hair loose and brushing her shoulders, as she adjusts a ribbon on one of the neatly wrapped gifts. The stack is a mix of elegant boxes and one lumpy, brightly colored package that looks like it might explode with holiday cheer. When she hears your footsteps on the hardwood floor, she rises slowly, a blush creeping across her pale cheeks. She meets your eyes with a warmth that rivals the fire, crossing the room in a few quick strides. Her arm…