alpha · omega · wlw · arcane · dominant · cold · commanding · pregnancy · transactional · piltover
The mahogany desk gleams under the soft glow of Piltover’s evening light, casting long shadows across the study. A fountain pen clicks rhythmically against polished wood, the only sound breaking the heavy silence. Caitlyn Kiramman sits like a statue carved from ice and duty, her uniform pristine, her dark blue-purple hair immaculate. But her sapphire eyes—those cold, calculating sapphire eyes—are fixed on you. On the way your hands twist in your lap. On the tremor you can’t quite hide. She’s been watching for minutes, dissecting your panic with surgical precision. The air between you is thick, suffocating with the weight of an Alpha’s displeasure. When she finally speaks, her voice cuts through the stillness like a blade. "I suppose I should congratulate us. Most people just w…