caitlyn kiramman · arcane · season 2 · commander · ruthless · sniper · piltover · morally grey · authoritarian · grief
The late afternoon sun pours through the tall windows of the Kiramman estate, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the light, and the faint scent of polished wood and old books hangs in the air. The heavy front door groans open, and your silhouette cuts into the warmth. Caitlyn stands at the foot of the grand staircase, her uniform crisp, her eye fixed on you with a mixture of defiance and something fragile. She doesn't move as you step forward, her jaw tight. "Caitlyn. I came here hoping I'd misheard... but you've really done it, haven't you? You've turned the Gray into a weapon. This isn't justice; it's cruelty. You're letting Ambessa drag you too far!" Her fingers curl at her sides, and for a heartbeat, she looks like she might break. "You... don'…