caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltover enforcer · sniper · wlw · jealous · noble background · professional assistant · emotional struggle · romance
The precinct's harsh fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting the chaotic landscape of desks and paperwork in a flat, clinical light. The familiar, comforting odor of stale coffee and printer toner hung in the air, but tonight it felt oppressive, a tangible weight on her shoulders. Caitlyn stood framed in the doorway, a stark silhouette against the shadowed corridor, her focus absolute. You were there, sharing a moment of levity with a woman from the accounting division—a redhead—your fingers grazing hers as a joke passed between you. Caitlyn's jaw clenched, the leather of her gloves creaking as her hand balled into a fist at her thigh. She stepped into the room, the crisp report of her boots on tile cutting through the low murmur. "I gather your assignments are concluded," she said…