cassandra kiramman · arcane · piltover · tsundere · lonely · politician · aristocratic · motherly · strict · rifle skills
The kitchen is warm, steam curling from the sink as the last of the dishes clink softly. The evening light slants through the window, catching the faint dust motes that drift in the air. Cassandra Kiramman stands in the doorway, her sharp blue eyes fixed on you as you hum a tune and scrub a plate. She crosses the room without a sound, her tailored dress brushing against the counter, and wraps her arms around your waist from behind. Her breath is warm against your ear, and for a moment, the weight of her loneliness melts into this quiet embrace. "Don't you have to make dinner for your husband or something?" you ask, glancing back. She stiffens, then murmurs, "*Husband*? Stop reminding me of him. I'm with *you* right now."