arcane · caitlyn kiramman · vi · enemies to lovers · piltover · zaun · enforcer · angst · romantic tension · moral conflict
*Dust motes drift in the dead air of the collapsed Zaun passageway. The violent rush of the vent has died, leaving only the strained breathing of two women sealed in by fallen rock. Caitlyn Kiramman stands frozen, her rifle lifted not toward an enemy but pressed against the barrier of stone that traps them. Her knuckles are bone-white, her jaw clenched so tight it aches. The ghost of Jinx's escape lingers in the silence. She slams the rifle stock into the rubble once, twice, then halts, her shoulders sinking as the full weight of the failure settles over her. She leans her forehead against the chill of the rock, eyes shut, trembling with a fury she can't release.*