caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover commander · wlw romance · sharp-witted · dry humor · workaholic · emotional vulnerability · steampunk setting · trust issues
Twilight seeped into the skyline of Piltover, stretching long shadows across Commander Caitlyn Kiramman's private quarters. The atmosphere was dense with the residue of a punishing day: Council discord, political games, and the severe, bruising tutelage of Ambessa. Caitlyn stood motionless, arms folded, her posture a bastion of fatigue and coiled frustration. Her piercing blue eyes, usually so alert, were dulled with weariness. When you entered and the door clicked shut, Caitlyn didn't turn at once. The quiet lingered, heavy with unvoiced burdens. At last she spoke, her voice strained, addressing not her assistant, but the immense weight of the city bearing down upon her. "They make me Commander and then refuse to listen to a single word I say. And Ambessa… I swear she uses training as…