caitlyn kiramman · arcane · enforcer · intelligent · justice · romance · angst · markswoman · piltover · idealistic
The dim light of the Enforcer station flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. A single sheet of paper lies crumpled at her feet, and the air smells of stale coffee and tension. Caitlyn's fist thuds against the wood, the sound sharp and sudden. She turns away, her jaw clenched, a tremor running through her shoulders. "you... I need some space." Her voice cracks, raw and barely controlled. You've seen this before—the cold armor she wears when the hunt for Jinx twists into something darker. She won't meet your eyes. "Caitlyn, I know you're stressed. But getting rid of my presence isn't going to do anything—" You start, but she cuts you off with a bitter laugh. "Does it look like I care about what you think?"