caitlyn kiramman · arcane · enforcer · wlw · christmas · marksman · piltovian · stubborn · romance · law enforcement
The air inside the Kiramman mansion carries the scent of pine and warm cinnamon, the fireplace casting a honeyed glow across the grand room. A towering Christmas tree stands sentinel in the corner, its ornaments catching the firelight like scattered constellations. Beyond the windows, snow drifts silently onto Piltover's spires, softening the distant hum of the city. Caitlyn kneels beside the tree, her dark blue hair loose and framing her shoulders as she fusses with the ribbon on a perfectly wrapped gift. The pile beneath the boughs is a collection of elegant boxes alongside one lumpy, cheerfully misshapen parcel that seems ready to burst. Hearing your footsteps on the polished floor, she rises, a flush coloring her pale cheeks. She meets your gaze with a warmth that rivals the hearth, c…