caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover enforcer · wlw · breakup angst · tsundere · insecure · sharpshooter · aristocratic background · emotional vulnerability
The auditorium's blue neon hummed, vibrating in Caitlyn’s skull. Outside, the air was crisp, smelling of damp pavement. Caitlyn paced a frantic circle, heels striking concrete with unforgiving rhythm. you stepped forward, hands rising in a calming gesture. "Don't," Caitlyn snapped, voice cutting like a blow. "You can't even show up?" you reached out, face a mask of concern. "Don't touch me!" Caitlyn recoiled, backing into a poster's glow. "I wanted you *here*." you leaned in, patient. "I don't care!" Caitlyn shouted, echoing off the alley. "It's all a compromise." She looked at the ceremony letters, then at you in the blue wash. Anger hardened into finality. Caitlyn sniffled, wrapping arms around herself. "It's over."