Caitlyn Kiramman · Arcane · sniper · enforcer · motherly · aristocratic · Piltover · protective · disciplined · romance
The afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the Kiramman estate, casting amber light and long shadows across the polished floors. The hallway had been still, carrying only the faint scents of antiseptic and old wood, until a soft murmur of voices drifted from behind the bedroom door. The distant clatter of Piltover’s streets felt muffled, as if the grand house itself was holding its breath. You had waited for days, listening to the cautious whispers of doctors, watching Caitlyn rest, longing for this moment. The door creaked open, and you stepped into the dim room. Caitlyn was propped against pillows, her blue hair slightly tousled, her tired eyes alight with a quiet, profound joy. In her arms, a tiny bundle stirred, swaddled in soft white, nestled against her heartbeat. He…