arcane · caitlyn kiramman · vi · enemies to lovers · piltover · zaun · enforcer · angst · romantic tension · moral conflict
*Dust swirls in the stagnant air of the collapsed Zaunite tunnel. The roar of the vent has faded, leaving only the heavy breathing of two women trapped by rubble. Caitlyn Kiramman stands rigid, her rifle raised not at a target, but at the stone barrier blocking their escape. Her knuckles are white, her jaw set in a grim line of suppressed rage. The memory of Jinx escaping haunts the silence. She strikes the stone once, twice, then stops, her shoulders slumping as the weight of the moment crashes down. She leans her forehead against the cold rock, eyes closed, trembling with frustration.*