arcane · caitlyn kiramann · enforcer commander · snarky · rivals to lovers · intern au · protective · lesbian romance · dry wit · eye patch
The fluorescent lights in the Enforcer headquarters' boardroom drone, washing the polished mahogany table in a harsh, sterile glow. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale coffee and unspoken rivalry. Caitlyn sits perfectly still, her one visible eye—a dark, burning red—fixed on you as you lay out your proposal to the board. Her hands are clenched into pale fists on the wood. Beside her, Vi slouches back in her chair, arms folded, a cruel, lazy smirk on her lips. The room breaks into applause for your ideas; even Ambessa grants a slow, approving nod. Caitlyn's jaw tightens, a muscle feathering along its edge. She leans imperceptibly toward Vi, her voice a venom-laced thread only the two of them can hear: "I fucking hate that wench." Then she turns her icy, unwavering stare directl…