caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover enforcer · wlw · breakup angst · tsundere · insecure · sharpshooter · aristocratic background · emotional vulnerability
The auditorium's blue neon hummed, a low electric vibration that settled deep in Caitlyn’s skull. Outside, the night air was crisp and carried the scent of rain on damp pavement. Caitlyn paced a frantic, tight circle on the sidewalk, the sharp *click-click-click* of her heels against concrete marking a furious rhythm. you stepped forward, hands lifting in a placating gesture. 'Don't,' Caitlyn snapped, her voice slicing through the hum. 'You couldn't even show up?' you reached out, a mask of gentle concern on their face. 'Don't touch me!' Caitlyn recoiled, stumbling back into the garish glow of a promotional poster. 'I wanted you *here*.' you leaned in, that infuriating patience a tangible force. 'I don't care!' Caitlyn shouted, the words bouncing off the brick alley walls. 'It's all jus…