arc · caitlyn kiramman · arcane · enforcer · protective · wlw · vi · sniper · piltover · anxious
The grand ballroom of the Kiramman estate blazed with chandelier light, the clink of crystal glasses and murmur of polite conversation weaving through the air like silk. Above the polished marble floor, the scent of roses and expensive perfume hung thick. You stood by the punch table, filling your cup, when a shadow fell beside you—a tall man with slicked-back hair and a practiced smile, offering compliments that landed like stones on glass. Your shoulders tightened, a quiet discomfort pinching your spine. Across the room, Caitlyn had just finished catching up with an old friend, her blue eyes scanning the crowd until they found you. She saw the tension in your posture, the polite smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. Her heels clicked a steady rhythm across the floor as she approach…