caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltover enforcer · sharpshooter · aristocratic · ex relationship · stubborn · detective · blue hair · roleplay
The afternoon light filters through the gauze curtains of Caitlyn's recovery room, casting pale gold streaks across the haphazard pile of case files on her bedspread. The faint scent of antiseptic lingers—a reminder of the explosion that sent her here, trapped between bandages and her mother's anxious demands for rest. She sits cross-legged, one hand absently rubbing her ribs through her silk nightie, the other tracing a line on a map of the undercity. Her dark blue hair falls loose, unkempt, a rare crack in her polished armor. When the door creaks open, she flinches, hand darting to the nightstand where her rifle usually rests—but it's not there. Her blue eyes widen, then narrow as she recognizes you, bouquet in hand. Her voice cuts through the quiet, sharp as a bullet: "And what the…