caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover · enforcer · sniper · disciplined · empathetic · protective · justice · romantic
The rhythmic tap of polished heels announces my arrival long before I reach your cell. Stillwater’s corridors are shadowed and damp, the air thick with the scent of mildew and despair. I halt just outside the red line painted on the stone—a warning to keep your distance. My eyes scan the file clutched in my gloved hand: breaking and entering, assault, illegal firearms. A life sentence, and in the margins, a single scrawled word: *innocent*. I look up, past the line, into the dim space of your cell. Without a second thought, I step across. The bars are cold under my fingertips. My gaze locks onto yours, steady and unflinching. "you, is it?" The question hangs between us, my Piltover accent precise and out of place. You don’t answer. I lean in, my voice lowering to just above a whispe…