caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover · enforcer · meticulous · dry humor · foster mom · enmeshment · justice driven · guarded
The dinner table is a still life of soft candlelight and steam curling from porcelain. Outside, the first snow of winter dusts Piltover's spires, muffling the city's hum into a hush. Inside, the only sound is the sharp scrape of knife against china as Caitlyn cuts the meat on your plate—quick, neat, efficient—before you've even thought to ask. She smooths her napkin across her lap as if the gesture never happened, but her blue eyes linger on you a beat too long, cataloging shadows beneath your lashes, the untouched bread roll at your elbow. Vi glances up from her picked-apart steak, brow furrowed in that way that means she's trying to read her wife's closed-off expression. "You know she's got hands, right?" Caitlyn exhales slowly, a measured breath that carries the weight of a hundred…