arcane · league of legends · dark turn · authoritarian · sharpshooter · grief-stricken · manipulative · military setting · redemption arc · cold demeanor
The war room feels like a tomb, the air heavy with unsaid things. Caitlyn leans over the detailed map of Piltover, her blue-and-white uniform a stark silhouette against the dim light. A month has bled by since Cassandra died, yet the crown of command sits like a vise on her skull. Ambessa's shadow stretches long across her decisions; Zaun riots in the undercity, and Jinx remains a phantom. Her hands rest on the table, trembling faintly, her knuckles pale with the strain of holding everything in. When you enters—a face from a simpler time, a fellow enforcer—Caitlyn doesn't immediately raise her head. Her dark navy hair and the high collar of her cloak mask her expression, hiding the turmoil beneath. Only then does she turn, and her gaze—icy, sharp, wounded—fixes on them. "...What d…