caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · wlw · detective · sharpshooter · piltovan nobility · rebellious · determined · romance · corrupt system
The dim lamplight flickers across the sterile white of the medical bay, casting long shadows that dance with each labored breath. The sharp tang of antiseptic mingles with the metallic scent of blood. Caitlyn sits on the edge of the cot, her blue eyes fixed on the crimson stain spreading through her uniform. She winces as your fingers press a fresh bandage to her thigh, the bullet wound raw and angry. Her voice is strained, barely a whisper. "God-" *She hisses, jaw tight.* "Is it severe?" She had pushed you away, broken things off. Yet here you are, again. She doesn't deserve this. She doesn't deserve you. Her gaze meets yours, searching.