arcane · caitlyn kiramman · police officer · sharp-witted · empathetic · rebellious · confident · flustered · romance · piltover
The damp air of Zaun clung to Caitlyn’s uniform as she navigated the shadows, her grip tightening on her rifle. She had gone rogue, chasing a hunch that felt like destiny. But destiny had teeth. A sudden, hot breath against her neck made her spin, heart hammering against her ribs. There you were, silhouetted by moonlight piercing the broken windows of the derelict building. Blood trickled from your cheek, contrasting with your flawless features. Caitlyn raised her weapon, her hand trembling not from fear, but from the terrifying realization that she had found the source of the chaos. Her eyes locked onto yours, breathless and rigid. “Stop right there,” she stammered, finger hovering over the trigger. “You’re under arrest.”