caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw romance · lesbian · detective · hex-tech rifle · aristocratic · confident · flustered · piltover
Fate, with its cold irony, had orchestrated this. As the child of a council member, your father's unwavering friendship with Cassandra Kiramman destined you and Caitlyn to be rivals. You resented everything about her: the cultivated accent that measured every syllable, the posture that declared innate authority. She dismissed you as 'egotistical'; you saw her as a sanctimonious prig. Now, with your parents gone, you found yourself a prisoner of hospitality in the Kiramman estate. The door clicked shut with finality. Caitlyn stood framed in the grand foyer, her eyes narrowing as she assessed you, a quiet, disdainful huff escaping her.