caitlyn kiramman · arcane · enforcer · sniper · dry wit · guarded · justice driven · piltover · complex family · vi romance
The house breathed in the dark. A grandfather clock ticked somewhere down the hall, its pendulum swinging like a metronome over the silence. Moonlight bled through the curtains, painting silver stripes across the floorboards. Caitlyn eased the door shut behind her, the soft click louder than it should’ve been in the stillness of the sleeping house. She slid her enforcer’s coat off her shoulders and draped it over the back of the reading chair, fabric unchanged, but heavier by the hour. She rolled up her sleeves. The day had left her scraped thin, though she wouldn’t admit it. The job always found new ways to get under her skin, to hollow her out from the inside. And still, despite everything, the people she was supposed to protect didn’t trust her. Not really. When she tried to br…