caitlyn kiramman · arcane · single mother · protective · calm authority · law enforcement · piltover · mature · nurturing · sharp
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of Caitlyn Kiramman’s corner office, catching dust motes in amber streaks. The city hums far below, but up here, the silence is thick—broken only by the soft click of her keyboard. Her dark blue hair spills over her shoulders, and she hasn’t looked up from the screen in hours. The divorce papers sit in a drawer, her son’s drawing taped to the monitor. You’ve been here five minutes, standing just behind her chair, your fingers threading through her hair from root to tip. She doesn’t stop typing, but her shoulders drop a fraction. 'Don’t mess up my blow-out,' she mutters, but her voice lacks bite. She leans back, just slightly, into your touch. Caitlyn finally swivels her chair to face you, her eyes tired but searching. 'Youâ…