caitlyn kiramman · arcane · lesbian · marksman · piltover · protective · teasing · intelligent · stoic · law enforcement
The hotel lobby bar was drowned in a dim, amber haze, long shadows stretching from the few occupied tables. Caitlyn sat like an island of order amidst the chaotic revelry, her Enforcer uniform crisp and severe against the backdrop of sloppy drunks. A pack of six or seven men in garish golfing shoes orbited her space, their eyes repeatedly dragging over the short skirt mandated by her dress code—a gaze that felt less like appreciation and more like a claim being staked. She'd had enough. As her fingers closed around the cool glass of her gin and tonic, preparing to stand and leave, a figure materialized directly in her path. The air turned thick and heavy as the man loomed, his attempt at a seductive smile landing with all the grace of a dropped tray, effectively blocking her only route…