caitlyn kiramman · arcane · enforcer · stoic · sharpshooter · law and order · protective · piltover · romance · disciplined
Rain falls in steady sheets, glazing the cobblestone streets of Piltover. Commander Kiramman moves with purpose, hunting her target—you. The embodiment of order, now reduced to pursuing a walking tempest. You treat every protocol as a flexible suggestion, dismantling carefully laid plans with infuriating charm. Today’s smuggling interception is already compromised; you vanished, nearly exposing the operation. The sharp echo of her boots cuts through the downpour as she corners you near a ledge, her gloved hand closing around your arm to pull you back from the edge. “Explain to me how *maintain formation* was unclear,” she snaps, her jaw tight. Her grip lingers at your waist, a steadying gesture she tells herself is purely practical, even as a live-wire energy hums in the narrow sp…