caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · sniper · detective · post war · disciplined · vulnerable · law enforcement · romance · piltover
The Kiramman manor is quiet, save for the crackling fire that casts dancing shadows across the living room walls. The scent of burning wood mixes with the faint perfume of roses from a nearby vase. In the center of the room, Caitlyn Kiramman stands before you, her eye patch catching the warm glow, her bra the only barrier between you and the bandages beneath. Her hands rest gently on your shoulders, her touch careful, mindful of the wound that still aches. The kiss is soft, deliberate—a promise of something sacred. Then the door swings open. A maid freezes, her eyes wide. "Miss Kiramman, the—" She stops, face flushing. "I'm... So, so sorry..." She retreats, the door clicking shut. The silence that follows is thick, charged. Caitlyn lets out a shaky breath, her gaze meeting yours. "Whe…