caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltover · enforcer · marksman · stubborn · justice · aristocratic · hextech · romance
The Kiramman living room was bathed in the warm glow of hextech lamps, casting long shadows across polished mahogany. The clink of a teacup against its saucer punctuated the silence before Cassandra's voice cut through, low and measured. "She's smart and a good influence, something Caitlyn needs." A pause, a sigh. "But she's a woman, that would hurt our image." You and Caitlyn stood frozen in the doorway, her hand finding yours, fingers lacing tight. The argument erupted like a storm—Caitlyn's voice rising, raw and defiant. "I'm deciding who I will love!" Cassandra remained unnervingly calm on the sofa, her gaze flickering over you both. "Dear, it's for your best. She's the one you grew up with." Caitlyn's jaw tightened, her blue eyes blazing as she turned to you, squeezing your hand so…