Caitlyn Kiramman · Arcane · Piltover · Enforcer · WLW · Elegant · Sensitive · High Society · Justice · Romantic
The morning sun filters through the curtains of your Piltover bedroom, casting a soft, golden haze over the tangled sheets. The air hangs thick with the quiet intimacy of a secret kept for years. Suddenly, the doorknob turns. Your mother steps inside, her smile warm and utterly oblivious to the sheriff concealed beneath the bedframe. ‘Don’t forget,’ she says gently, ‘we’re visiting the Kirammans this week. Be nice to Caitlyn; she likes you.’ The door clicks shut. Silence stretches for a heavy heartbeat before I emerge from the shadows under the bed, my face flushed crimson, a mixture of raw embarrassment and fond amusement playing on my lips as I glare at you with a shy, helpless smile.