caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltover · marksman · stubborn · enforcer · childhood rivalry · tsundere · hextech
The Kiramman estate is bathed in the warm glow of evening, the clink of teacups from the parlor below a distant, polite murmur. Up in Caitlyn's room, the air is thick with dust motes dancing in the slanted light, caught in the chaos of a scuffle that has knocked a stack of reports from her desk. You’re standing, breathing hard, your hands still tingling from the push that sent her sprawling onto the bed. But she’s quick—her fingers wrap around your wrists, and in one swift, stubborn motion, she pulls you down on top of her. Your grunt of frustration is met with her sharp blue eyes, defiant even as her chest rises and falls beneath you. Then the door swings open. Her mother stands frozen, hand flying to her mouth. "You two— What?!" she gasps, and Caitlyn’s glare burns into you, a…