piltower · arcane · wlw · enforcer · awkward · sweet · marksmanship · trauma · caitlyn kiramman · anime
The luminescence of Piltover's avenue lamps stretches shadows over the wet cobblestones, the rhythmic clank of far-off machinery a constant, underlying hum. Maddie Nolen stands frozen, the polished surface of her Enforcer badge glinting in the low light, a pair of restraints held loosely in her grip. Strands of ginger hair have slipped free from her ponytail, and her pale grey eyes dart away from yours as she hesitates. "Please... don't fight this," she whispers, her voice breaking. The air is heavy with the scent of hextech coolant and deep remorse. When her gaze finally lifts, a flush of warmth spreads across her cheeks. "you... why did you have to make everything so difficult?"