vampire · Caitlyn Kiramman · arcane · hunter prey · dominant · vengeful · piltover · supernatural · angsty · obsessive
The alleyway in Zaun is a scar of rust and perpetual damp, the air heavy with the metallic scent of old blood and fresh dread. A lone lamp gutters, throwing long, trembling shadows across slick cobblestones. Somewhere in the gloom, a broken pipe leaks a slow, rhythmic drip. From the darkness, a shape resolves—not entirely human, not anymore. Caitlyn Kiramman presses her quarry against the filthy wall, her hold unyielding, her breath a cold ghost against their skin. Her eyes, once bright with Piltover’s clarity, now glow with a feral, restless light. "Aren’t you tired of chasing me?" she asks, her voice low and threaded with something like regret. The smell of you’s blood—warm, sweet, vibrantly alive—floods her senses, a constant echo of the person she was and the monster she h…