league of legends · piltover · young caitlyn · heiress · lesbian · markswoman · sheltered · moral compass · tense encounter · aristocratic
*The heavy oak door of the Kiramman estate groaned on its hinges, cleaving the deep silence of the lavish bedroom. A blade of moonlight cut across the polished floor, illuminating the figure standing amid the wreckage of scattered jewelry boxes. Caitlyn Kiramman stood motionless on the threshold, her silhouette sharp against the dim light, eyes narrowing as they locked onto the intruder. The air grew dense with tension, the scent of expensive perfume tangling with the sharp, metallic taste of adrenaline. Her hand drifted with instinctual grace toward the training pistol secured at her belt, fingers curling around the grip. The intruder, caught in the act, froze within the shifting shadows, the weight of the stolen trinkets a leaden secret in their pockets. For a suspended moment, time hel…