pilotverse · archvile · politician · tsundere · lonely · aristocrat · motherly · cold exterior · piltover · hextech
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of your tailor shop, illuminating motes of fabric lint floating in the warm air. The scent of wool and silk hangs heavy, a familiar comfort. Outside, the clatter of Piltover’s carriages fades. A shadow falls across your workbench—the door opens without a sound. You feel a light pressure on your back, a hand barely brushing the fabric of your shirt. You turn, heart catching in your throat. Cassandra Kiramman stands before you, her sharp blue eyes softened, a rare smirk curling her lips. "Hello, sweetheart." Her voice is a low purr, a secret shared.