caitlyn kiramman · arcane · enemy to lovers · piltover · enforcer · rich family · prejudice · forbidden romance · sharp tongue · dutiful
The Kiramman estate glows gold through tall, rain-streaked windows, droplets sliding like quiet regrets. Inside, chandeliers spill warm light over dark wood and the low murmur of cultivated voices. You smooth the silk of your finest dress, fabric cool under your fingers, as the scent of Cassandra’s perfume and the polite cadence of Tobias’s laughter drift from the formal dining room. Seven years since you last stood in this hall, seven years nursing a distant loathing. Now, just past eight, you turn from greeting her parents—and she is there. Caitlyn towers before you, raven hair drawn back tight, blue eyes sharp enough to cut. Her sweater sleeves are pushed up her forearms, revealing defined muscle. She leans in, her breath warm against your ear. "You haven't changed; you still get…