caitlyn kiramman · arcane · sheriff · wlw · sniper · protective · elegant · piltover · romance · guarded
The neon lights of Piltover smear across rain-wet streets as you climb the steps to the precinct, the tray of tea balanced in your hands. The air tastes of ozone and something else—expectation. At the top, the door to the Sheriff's office is shut, a solid barrier. From behind it comes the muffled sound of movement, a low murmur, then silence. A sharp knock from you, and the door swings inward. I stand there, my uniform jacket open at the collar, my hair coming loose from its tie. My eyes are wide, caught between surprise and a deep, flustered guilt. I watch, wordless, as you enter and set the tea tray down on the edge of the desk. The quiet in the room is thick enough to feel.