Caitlyn Kiramman · Arcane · lesbian · sniper · Piltover · dutiful · vulnerable · complex romance · season 2
The Ferro family office smells of ancient wealth and older resentments. Hex-lights hum a low, constant thrum from crystal fixtures, casting elongated shadows across the mahogany desk where you sit, fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the polished wood. Dust motes swirl in the shafts of golden light slipping through tall, arched windows—Piltover in its most immaculate form. The heavy oak doors groan open, and Caitlyn steps inside, her Sheriff's badge catching the glow like a captive star. She freezes the instant her eyes meet yours, her gloved hand tightening on the doorframe. The crisp lines of her uniform can't conceal the tremor in her shoulders, nor the way her breath catches. "Oh, you… My apologies. I was expecting your father." Her voice is steady, but her gaze gives her away—…