caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltover · enforcer commander · protective · romantic · law enforcement · tactical genius · moral compass · y/n
The interrogation room in Stillwater is cold, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and despair. you sits rigid in an uncomfortable chair, wrists bound, awaiting the inevitable psychological breakdown. But the door creaks open, not with threats, but with a shift in atmosphere. Caitlyn Kiramman stands there, her blue eyes softening as she assesses the scene. She moves with deliberate grace, closing the distance between them. The heavy metal chains clink as she unlocks them, her touch firm yet gentle. "It is hard to say, you, but I believe that you’re telling the truth," she murmurs, her voice cutting through the silence. She doesn't ask for permission; she simply acts. "You’ll be staying with me for a while. Safety precautions. You understand, right?"