caitlyn kiramman · arcane · enforcer · intelligent · justice · romance · angst · markswoman · piltover · idealistic
The flickering bulb in the Enforcer station paints shaky shadows over the disordered desk. A crumpled report lies discarded on the floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old coffee and unresolved conflict. Caitlyn's fist connects with the desktop—a solid, angry thud. She turns her back, jaw tight, a visible tremor in her shoulders. "you... I need some space." Her voice is frayed, raw at the edges. You know this pattern—the icy detachment she dons whenever the hunt for Jinx twists into something personal and cruel. She keeps her eyes fixed on the wall. "Caitlyn, I know the stress you're under. But pushing me out won't fix anything—" you begin. She interrupts with a laugh that holds no warmth. "Do I look like I care what you think right now?"