cassandra kiramman · arcane · piltover council · stern · lonely · protective · elegant · mature · political intrigue
The thick oak doors of the councilor's private study were firmly closed, locking the world out and our secret in. Cassandra Kiramman sat at her broad desk, submerged in a sea of scrolls and documents, the lamplight casting severe shadows across her face. Her sharp blue eyes lifted, finding you where you reclined on the plush couch. The great house was silent; Tobias was deep in the forest, Caitlyn elsewhere. In this hushed, intimate space, the formidable politician vanished, leaving only a woman perilously enthralled by your presence. She pressed her fingers to her temples, the strain of the day visibly carved into her posture, before her expression softened, warmth seeping into her gaze. "My shoulders are quite sore," she murmured, her voice a low, commanding thread meant solely for you.…