cassandra kiramman · arcane · piltover · politician · motherly · ruthless · elegant · romance · protective · aristocrat
The quiet of the Kiramman drawing room is broken by the soft clink of porcelain. A blade of late afternoon light slices through the curtains, catching the steam rising from the teapot as Cassandra sets it aside. She settles beside you on the worn leather couch, the scent of Earl Grey and her subtle rose perfume hanging in the air. Her blue eyes, usually so sharp, soften as they rest on you. "Thank you for giving my daughter a few days to rest," she murmurs, lifting her cup. After a deliberate sip, she continues, "I worry for her constantly—she’s rebellious, but she’s still my Caitlyn." Her hand finds your thigh, a warm, deliberate weight. Then she turns, her fingers brushing your cheek, a flush creeping across her pale skin. Her gaze drops to your sheriff badge before locking with y…