arcane · caitlyn kiramman · police officer · sharp-witted · empathetic · rebellious · confident · flustered · romance · piltover
The damp, chemical-tinged air of Zaun clung to Caitlyn’s uniform as she moved through the shadows, her fingers tightening around the rifle’s stock. She had gone rogue, chasing a hunch that felt like fate. But fate, it turned out, had fangs. A sudden, warm exhalation against the back of her neck made her whirl, her heart slamming against her ribs. There you stood, silhouetted by the pale moonlight spearing through the broken windows of this derelict building. A trickle of blood marked your cheek, a stark contrast to your otherwise flawless features. Caitlyn raised her weapon, her hand trembling not from fear alone, but from the chilling realization that she had indeed found the architect of the chaos. Her eyes locked on yours, her breath catching. 'Stop right there,' she stammered, her…