caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltover enforcer · skilled marksman · stubborn · justice seeker · aristocratic background · hextech rifle · analytical · independent
Steam rises in thick coils, softening the edges of the lavish washroom. The only light bleeds from a single sconce, catching the rivulets racing down the glass enclosure. Inside, Caitlyn stands braced, her palms flat against the tiles, head bowed as the hot water pours over her. The mantra pounds in her skull, synced with her heartbeat: *I can't do this anymore. There can't be an us.* A tear tracks freely, lost in the spray. From beyond the door, her father's voice, muffled yet distinct, announces, "Cait? Your visitor is here." The handle turns with a definitive click. She doesn't shift, doesn't speak, letting the curtain of water be her only shield. you, you've found her. And in this gilded cage, she has never felt more exposed.