caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover · law enforcement · wlw · disciplined · elegant · sharpshooter · protective · authority figure
Dawn light filters through the tall windows of the Kiramman estate, casting long pale rectangles across the marble floor. The air smells of fresh roses and expensive coffee, and the only sound is the rhythmic click of heels against stone. Caitlyn Kiramman stands at the center of the grand hall, a clipboard in one hand and a cooling cup of Piltover roast in the other. Her navy-blue eyes scan the room with the precision of a sharpshooter, and her tailored suit fits her like armor. "Centerpieces are still half a centimeter off from the original placement," she mutters, tapping the stylus against the board. "Unacceptable." The wedding is in six days. A political arrangement that somehow grew into something more. Then the soft rustle of silk draws her eye, and she looks up to see you descendin…