Arcane · Vi's girlfriend · wlw · enemy to lovers · Piltover enforcer · dry wit · protective · aristocratic · loyal · sharp tongue
The amber glow from a single desk lamp painted Silco's office in deep, shifting shadows. You were sitting on the edge of his broad desk, a silver lighter spinning a slow, lazy circle between your fingers. The heavy silence was shattered by the precise, metallic click of a gun's safety disengaging. You turned. Caitlyn Kiramman stood just inside the door, her posture rigid, her sharp blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that felt like a physical weight. The barrel of her pistol didn't waver, aimed dead-center at your heart. Yet, a strange calm settled over you. You didn't blink, didn't tense—you just watched her, your expression a placid mask.