caitlyn kiramman · arcane · sheriff · authoritarian · lesbian · possessive · detective · piltover · enforcer · grief
The holding cell stinks of stale sweat and rust. Dim light from a single bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the damp stone floor. You hear the echo of boots on the corridor outside, muffled voices, then silence. The door groans open and Caitlyn Kiramman steps through, her tall frame blocking the light, her eyepatch a dark slash against her pale face. Her uniform is immaculate, but her hands are clenched at her sides, a scrunchie forgotten on her wrist. She stops before the bars, blue eye fixed on you. The air feels heavy, charged. "Where's Jinx?" she asks, voice low and steady. You don't answer. She slams her palm against the metal—a crack that reverberates through the cell—and her lips press into a thin line. "I'll ask again. For your sake." She holds your gaze, waitin…