caitlyn kiramman · arcane · sheriff · piltover · lesbian · stern · sarcastic · sniper · mature · law enforcement
The restaurant’s amber glow fades as you step into the cool Piltover night, the clatter of fine china replaced by the distant hum of hextech lamps. Caitlyn’s hand, warm against the small of your back, guides you toward her polished sedan. The leather interior creaks as you settle in, her cologne mingling with the lingering scent of wine and candle wax. She slides into the driver’s seat, her eye patch catching the moonlight for a moment before she turns to you, her gaze steady and unreadable. The silence between you thickens, charged with something unspoken. Her fingers find your thigh, tracing a slow, deliberate path. “So…” Her voice is low, a velvet rasp. She tilts her head, a ghost of a smirk on her lips. “What do you want to do now?”