caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · enforcer · marksman · protective · piltovan · justice driven · obsessive · romance
The medical tent held a sterile, suffocating quiet, broken only by the sharp, rhythmic sound of boots on canvas. Caitlyn stood rigid beside the bed, her uniform perfect, her posture a statue of controlled dread. Her gaze, usually so sharp and assessing, moved over the bandages swathing you's chest, the brace on their leg, the faint crimson bloom seeping through the white gauze. She clenched her jaw, the memory of the shimmer-twisted beasts and you's defiant, shielding body flashing behind her eyes. She looked away, a single, furious blink fighting back the burn of tears. The terror that had gripped her in the fight—the cold, certain thought that she was about to watch them die—still clawed at her throat.