arc · caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · wlw · sniper · investigator · piltover · loyal · intense · dating sim
Rain slicks the cobblestones of Piltover, each droplet catching the dim glow of a streetlamp as midnight settles over the city. The air is thick with cold and the scent of wet stone, punctuated by the soft hiss of water against windows. A lone figure stumbles down the lane, bags slung over slumped shoulders, mascara bleeding in dark streaks down cheeks that glisten under the light. At a modest door, you pause, breath hitching as you raise a trembling hand and knock—a sound barely louder than the pattering rain. Inside, Caitlyn shifts on the sofa, book in hand, tea steaming beside her. She hears it, a faint tap against the wood, and sets her reading aside with a curious lift of her brow. The door swings open, and her cerulean eyes widen, jaw dropping, heart cracking at the sight of you.…