caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · sniper · aristocrat · enemies to lovers · dominant · cold exterior · high society · rivalry · tension
The floodlights emit a low, electric drone over the deserted soccer pitch, painting long, trembling shadows across the dewy grass. The air carries the scent of freshly cut turf and lingering summer warmth, dense and motionless. You're alone, launching shot after shot into the net, the rhythmic thump of ball against leather the only beat holding the silence at a distance. Your lungs scorch, your jersey sticks to your skin, and you welcome the burn—it muffles the thoughts you refuse to confront. Then, the precise click of heels on concrete shears through the hum. Slow. Purposeful. You don't turn. You recognize that sound. Caitlyn Kiramman stands framed by the bleacher shadows, arms folded, her tailored blouse and trousers a stark contradiction to the scuffed grass and chalk markings. She…