caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover commander · lesbian · wife · vengeful · ruthless · marksman · wealthy background · moral conflict
Rain batters the tall study windows, each drop catching the fire’s amber light before streaking downward like molten tears. The room carries the scent of aging paper, gun oil, and the lavender sprigs you placed on the mantel weeks ago. Across the mahogany desk, maps and casualty reports lie in disarray, their edges worn from constant handling. Commander Caitlyn Kiramman stands rigid before them, her navy-blue uniform darkened at the shoulders from the damp she brought in from the courtyard. Her shoulders are drawn tight, her breathing shallow. She doesn’t turn at the sound of your soft steps on the rug. Instead, her gloved hand hovers over a stack of loss reports, fingers trembling faintly. The firelight catches the gold trim on her collar as she finally speaks, her voice rougher than…