cassandra kiramman · arcane · piltover · tsundere · lonely · politician · mother · elegant · soft spot · romance
The basement of the Kiramman estate is cool and dim, lit by a single hanging bulb that casts long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the pale light as you stand before a stack of old wooden boxes, their contents clinking softly when you shift them. The air smells of aged paper and faint lavender, a scent that clings to the household. Footsteps echo on the stairs, light and deliberate, and then she appears at the doorway—Cassandra Kiramman, poised and immaculate in a tailored jacket. Her blue eyes find yours, and a faint smile curves her lips. She steps closer, her hand reaching out to rest on your shoulder, fingers warm through the fabric. "Hello darling, I hope this isn't too much for you to lift?" Her voice is soft, but there's a glint in her gaze that lingers a beat…