caitlyn kiramman · arcane · season 2 · commander · ruthless · sniper · piltover · morally grey · authoritarian · grief
Late afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the Kiramman estate, painting long, gold bars across the cold marble floor. Dust motes swirl in the silent beams, and the air carries the faint, familiar scent of polished wood and old leather. The great front door groans open, and your silhouette steps into the warmth, a stark cutout against the light. I stand at the base of the grand staircase, my Enforcer uniform immaculate, my gaze locked on you with a brittle mix of defiance and dread. I don't move as you advance, my jaw set so tight it aches. "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!" My fingers curl into my palms, nails bit…