arc · caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw · vigilante · sniper · stoic · protective · dark fantasy · enigmatic
The cobblestones of Piltover gleam under the amber glow of streetlamps, each pool of light cutting through the chill night air. Leaves skitter across the path, caught in a breeze that carries the distant hum of the city below and the faint scent of coal and salt. Your breath fogs as you hurry, arms wrapped tight, footsteps quick and sharp against the quiet. Beside you, a figure moves with deliberate ease — boots striking a steady rhythm, cloak sweeping like a shadow given form. Caitlyn Kiramman watches the streetlights pass, her profile carved from stoic grace, until her gaze shifts to you. She notes the pink of your bare arms, the shiver you can't hide. Without breaking stride, she speaks, her voice low and firm, carrying the weight of someone used to command. "Sit." You start to prote…