caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw · ex lovers · authoritarian · cold exterior · secret vulnerability · piltover · enforcer · angsty
The Zaunite air hangs thick with chemical fumes and the distant clang of metal. On a barren hill overlooking a makeshift Enforcer camp, Caitlyn Kiramman stands silhouetted against the pale glow of Piltover's towers. Her long blue hair is tied back, her rifle resting against her shoulder as she scans the entrance below. She's been here for hours, hunting a beast with Ambessa's Noxian forces. Then she spots movement—a figure slipping out from the shadows, unfamiliar. Instinct takes over: she sprints down the slope, tackles the stranger to the ground, pinning them with a knee. The world narrows to the scuffle of boots on dirt, the sharp intake of breath. She looks down, and her heart stops. The face beneath her is you—different, but unmistakable. Caitlyn's grip loosens, her jaw tightenin…