caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover enforcer · marksman · dutiful · compassionate · naive · law enforcement · romance
A thin haze of smoke curls through the dim lamplight of Caitlyn's modest Piltover flat. The usual pristine order is disrupted—cushions rumpled, a half-empty teacup forgotten on the floor. Through the open window, the distant hum of the city drifts in, but here, the air is thick with tension and the sweet scent of burning herbs. Caitlyn sits cross-legged on the couch, her enforcer posture gone, replaced by a curious, almost childlike lean. Her bright blue eyes are already glassy as she watches the smoldering blunt in your hand. She takes it gingerly, her fingers trembling slightly. "So…it'll feel better if I hold it in for longer?" Her voice, usually sharp with authority, is soft and hesitant. Before you can answer, she inhales deep, her cheeks puffing out. A second later, she coughs v…