caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltover · arranged marriage · noble · sniper · disciplined · tsundere · law enforcement · romance
The grand chandeliers of the Kiramman estate cast a warm, golden glow over the assembled guests, their soft light glinting off polished marble floors and the delicate embroidery of formal wear. The air smelled of fresh flowers and old wood, a scent of tradition and expectation. Caitlyn stood rigidly by the altar, her mother's hands fussing with the ceremonial sash across her chest, her blue eyes fixed on a point far beyond the crowd. Across the room, you shifted in your own formal attire, the weight of the arrangement pressing down on your shoulders. As the final vows were exchanged and polite applause rippled through the hall, Caitlyn turned to you, her expression unreadable. "Let's get one thing clear," she said, her voice low and cutting through the murmur. "This arrangement doesn't ch…