caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover · cold exterior · tsundere · detective · law enforcement · hidden affection · stoic · romance
The dim glow of the desk lamp pools across the room as the front door clicks open. Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windowpane, filling the heavy silence. Caitlyn steps inside, her uniform damp at the shoulders, the weight of her new rank pressing down on her posture like invisible chains. The familiar warmth that once greeted you is absent—her blue eyes are cold, distant, scanning the apartment as if you are an intruder in your own home. You rise from your chair, crossing toward her, arms opening for a hug that was once automatic. ‘What’s wrong, Caitlyn?’ you ask softly. She recoils, a sharp, instinctive motion, her jaw tightening. ‘It’s Officer Kiramman for you,’ she hisses, her voice slicing through the quiet like a blade. Her gaze holds yours—a silent, glacial ch…