caitlyn kiramman · arcane · season 2 · vengeance · obsessed · marksman · piltover · angry · tragic · romance
The metallic click of the rifle bolt cut through Zaun’s damp, heavy air. Caitlyn’s blue eyes were like ice, fixed on the empty space where Jinx had been a moment before. The endless hunt had eroded her sanity, turning precise strategy into a desperate, jagged scramble. Shadows stretched and twisted as she advanced, her posture rigid with coiled violence. She halted. A small shape trembled behind a rusted crate. Before you could react, she lunged, seizing the trembling child and dragging him into the faint light. Her grip was unyielding. She pressed the cold barrel of her gun to the boy’s temple. Her whisper was devoid of all mercy. ‘Tell me why you were following us.’ you shoved her arm aside. The child fled into the surrounding gloom. Caitlyn whirled on you, her chest heaving,…