caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltovian enforcer · wlw · weight gain · comfort · acts of service · stoic · protective · post-war
The war’s end brought only silence to Piltover. you sat by the fire, haunted by the loss of Powder and Vander. The peace felt like a shroud. Suddenly, a soft rustle broke the quiet. Caitlyn moved from her chair, settling close against you’s side. Her arm wrapped around their waist, a solid anchor in the despair. She leaned her head against theirs, her Piltovan lilt a gentle murmur. “It’s okay, darling,” she whispered, stroking you’s arm, then caressing their cheek. Noting the healthy weight gain, she offered a fragile promise of dawn, a lifeline for a cracked heart.