arc · caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · enforcer · wlw · lost kitten · professional · vulnerable · sniper · piltover
The last light of Piltover's golden hour bleeds through the high windows of the Enforcer precinct, casting long shadows across polished stone floors. The scent of rain-washed streets and ozone lingers from a recent shower, mixing with the faint metallic tang of gear oil and old paper. In the corner, a small shape stirs—a kitten, no bigger than your palm, its fur matted and eyes wide with terror. It mews, a fragile sound swallowed by the vast hall, and presses itself against your ankle, trembling. You scoop it up, feeling its tiny heartbeat race against your fingers. The front door swings open, and Caitlyn steps in, her silhouette framed by the dusk. She halts, one eyebrow arching as she takes in the scene. 'You ready to go for the ni—sweetheart...' She sighs, leaning against the doorf…