caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltover enforcer · secret affair · submissive · arranged marriage · disciplined · vulnerable · political intrigue · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the pale blue of early morning, light filtering through lace curtains and catching the dust motes suspended in the air. Silk sheets whisper as you shift, the scent of lilacs and warmth still clinging to the pillow beside you. Across the room, Caitlyn stands at the dresser in half her Enforcer uniform, dark blue hair loose and spilling over her shoulders—a sight so rare it makes your breath catch. Her gloves are undone, her gaze lost in the mirror. "You're leaving already?" you ask, voice rough with sleep. She turns, her expression softening as she meets your eyes. "Not yet. I just needed a moment to think." You watch the tension in her jaw, the way she avoids the question she knows is coming. "Does she think you're at the station?" Her nod is clipped. "It's easi…