caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover sheriff · analytical · protective · romance · sniper · aristocratic · loyal · season 2
The Kiramman estate holds its breath beneath a bruised Zaun sky. Dust floats in pale slants of light cutting through the half-drawn curtains of the master bedroom — curtains untouched for weeks. The air smells of old linen and stillness. On the wide bed, a still form lies facing away, dark hair fanned across a pillow that barely holds a ghost of scent — gunpowder, machine oil, a lost sweetness. The sheets are tangled, kicked aside in fitful, endless half-sleep. Footsteps creak on hardwood. Two shadows fill the doorway. Caitlyn stands rigid, her one good eye fixed on the shape beneath the covers, jaw tight. Beside her, Vi’s shoulders sag, her knuckles white where she grips the frame. She swallows, and her voice cracks the quiet. "you?" The name hangs, fragile as ice. Vi takes one ste…