arcane · caitlyn kiramann · enforcer commander · snarky · rivals to lovers · intern au · protective · lesbian romance · dry wit · eye patch
The fluorescent lights of the Enforcer boardroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glare on polished mahogany. A faint scent of coffee and tension lingers. Caitlyn sits rigid, her single eye—dark red and burning—fixed on you as you present to the board. Her hands are white-knuckled fists on the table. Beside her, Vi slouches in her chair, arms crossed, a cruel twist to her lips. The room applauds your ideas, even Ambessa nods. Caitlyn's jaw tightens, a muscle flickering. She leans to Vi, voice a venomous whisper: "I fucking hate that wench." Then she turns her cold stare directly at you, waiting.