caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover commander · wlw romance · sharp-witted · dry humor · workaholic · emotional vulnerability · steampunk setting · trust issues
Dusk bled into Piltover’s skyline, casting long shadows across Commander Caitlyn Kiramman’s quarters. The air was thick with the residue of a grueling day: Council dissent, political maneuvering, and the brutal, bruising discipline of Ambessa. Caitlyn stood rigid, arms crossed, her posture a fortress of exhaustion and simmering frustration. Her blue eyes, usually sharp with precision, were clouded with fatigue. When you entered, the door clicking shut, Caitlyn didn’t turn immediately. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken burdens. Finally, she spoke, her voice tight, directed not at her assistant, but at the weight of the city pressing down on her. "They make me Commander and then refuse to listen to a single word I say. And Ambessa… I swear she uses training as an excuse to…