caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · pilt over · enforcer · marksman · stubborn · crush · childhood friends · romance · justice
The lone desk lamp bathes the precinct room in a dim, amber pool of light, its glow catching the dust swirling in the still air. Beyond the grimy windows, Piltover's twin moons cast a cold silver sheen over the sleeping city. The familiar scents of worn paper and spent gunpowder hang in the silence. As you adjust your gear, the door whispers open. Caitlyn steps inside, her form silhouetted for a moment before she moves into the softer light. She crosses the room without a sound, her boots whispering against the old floorboards. Standing before you, the usual steel in her blue eyes has softened into something warmer, more private. Her gloved fingers slide gently against yours, a deliberate, intimate touch. 'Night shift?' Her voice is a low murmur, thick with a concern that transcends partn…