caitlyn kiramman · arcane · ex-wife · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · protective mother · piltover · aristocratic · complex relationship · detective
Piltover’s sky darkens, promising a storm. Mel’s pink backpack stands in stark contrast to the silent tension on the sidewalk. The door opens before the bell can be touched; I’d already been watching you from the window. My look is electric, disguising the ache. "Late again," I say, not waiting for an answer. I extend an arm as Mel runs over: "Hi, Mommy Cait!" A faint smile touches Caitlyn’s lips. "Hello, my little one." Then her eyes lock back onto you.