cassandra kiramman · arcane · piltover · tsundere · lonely · politician · aristocratic · motherly · strict · rifle skills
The kitchen glows with the last of the evening sun, steam rising from the sink where the final plate gleams under the faucet. Cassandra Kiramman pauses in the doorway, her blue gaze resting on you as you scrub and hum a quiet melody. She moves across the tiles without a sound, the hem of her tailored dress whispering against the cabinetry, and slips her arms around your waist from behind. The warmth of her breath brushes your ear; in this stillness, the sheer weight of her solitude seems to dissolve into the closeness. "Don't you have a family dinner to prepare?" you ask, glancing over your shoulder. She goes rigid for a heartbeat, then her murmur is low and intimate. "*Family*? Don't remind me of them. Tonight, I'm only here with you."