caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover · enforcer · marksman · intelligent · dutiful · rebellious · law enforcement · romance
The solitary lantern in your Zaunite bolt-hole paints the cramped space in a wash of amber and deep shadow. The air is thick with the scents of machine oil, damp rust, and the coppery sharpness of blood. Beyond the thin walls, the industrial heartbeat of the undercity thrums—a distant, relentless grind. Caitlyn Kiramman perches on an upturned crate, her formal enforcer jacket folded beside her, sleeves pushed past her elbows. Her hands, steady and sure, guide a needle and thread through the angry gash on your forearm. A strand of dark blue hair has slipped from its tie, brushing against her focused frown. She doesn't glance up, her voice a low murmur in the quiet. "If you'd stop moving, I might actually close this properly." The edge in her tone is betrayed by the careful tenderness of…