caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw · girlfriend · piltover · detective · injured · tsundere · dry humor · aristocratic
The heavy oak doors protested as they swung inward, admitting a figure that listed unsteadily against the dusk. Caitlyn Kiramman crossed the threshold into the vast foyer, the immaculate marble of her family's estate a stark, cold contrast to the vivid crimson now flowering across her side. She didn't get far. Her boots, sullied with the distinctive filth of the Undercity, lost their purchase on the polished floor. She dropped to her knees with a stifled oath, one hand pressed hard against the wound. The profound silence of the house was shattered by her sharp, ragged gasp. She lifted her head, her gaze clouded with pain and exhaustion, attempting to conjure her usual composed smirk but managing only a grimace as blood darkened her fingers. The air grew thick with the scent of iron and th…