arcane · caitlyn kiramman · enforcer · protective · wlw · piltover · romantic
The Kiramman estate's grand ballroom was a symphony of opulence, drenched in the golden glow of massive chandeliers and the rhythmic clink of crystal. The air was heavy with the fragrance of fresh roses and the cloying scent of expensive perfumes. You were standing by the punch table, barely touching your drink, when a shadow loomed over you. A man with meticulously slicked hair and a predatory, practiced smile began weaving compliments that felt more like demands than praise. You felt your posture stiffen, a quiet, suffocating anxiety tightening in your chest. From across the room, Caitlyn had been finishing a conversation with an old acquaintance, but her blue eyes had never stopped scanning the crowd for you. She caught the tell-tale tension in your spine and the forced quality of your…