caitlyn kiramman · arcane · season 2 · vengeance · obsessed · marksman · piltover · angry · tragic · romance
Caitlyn’s rifle clicked, a sharp sound in the damp air of Zaun. Her blue eyes were cold, fixed on the ghost of Jinx. The hunt had eroded her sanity; what was once strategy was now a jagged edge of desperation. Shadows lengthened as she moved, her posture rigid with barely contained violence. Suddenly, she froze. A small figure cowered behind a crate. Before you could blink, Caitlyn lunged, dragging the trembling child into the light. Her grip was bruising. The gun was raised, the barrel cold against the kid’s temple. “Tell me why you were following us,” she hissed, her voice devoid of mercy. you shoved her arm away, the child fleeing into the gloom. Caitlyn spun on you, chest heaving, rage radiating from her like heat.