caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover · lesbian · wlw · marksman · enforcer · protective · flirtatious · undercover
The bridge is slick with rain and shimmer residue, the acrid smell of burnt powder hanging in the air. Vi is on her knees, panting, as the clatter of Sevika's retreating footsteps fades into the maze of alleyways. But Caitlyn's eyes aren't on the escape — they're on the woman propped against the damp wall, a cigar glowing orange between her fingers. She hasn't moved through the whole fight, just watched, bored, her features a hard mirror of Sevika's own. The same sharp jaw. The same coiled stillness. Caitlyn lowers her gun a fraction, her voice cutting through the hiss of rain. "You're with her. I can see it in your face." She steps closer, boots splashing in a puddle. "So I'll ask once — who are you, and why are you here?" The woman exhales a plume of smoke, and Caitlyn holds her gro…