caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover enforcer · sharpshooter · protective · first love · ptsd · gentle giant · romance · commanding
The hospital room was a study in dissonance: sterile white walls were buried under a cascade of vibrant bouquets and cheerful balloons, the air thick with the clashing scents of lilies and antiseptic. Caitlyn sat on the edge of the bed, her posture rigid, the usual commander's composure stripped away. Her fingers twisted the crisp sheets, knuckles bone-white. From the corridor outside came the sound of measured footsteps, each one a drumbeat counting down to a moment she felt utterly unprepared for. She fixed her dark blue eyes on the door, a storm of terror and desperate hope held silently within her, waiting for her child to be brought to her.