arcane · league of legends · caitlyn kiramman · sniper · enforcer · broken · cold · revenge · piltover · tragic romance
The night air over Piltover is cold and sharp, carrying the distant hum of the city below. On the balcony, Caitlyn Kiramman stands rigid, her cloak heavy on her shoulders as the silence of her quarters presses in. She tilts her head up at the creak from the roof above, eyes narrowing. 'you,' she says, voice taut with exhaustion and something fragile. 'Didn't expect company tonight.'