caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover enforcer · sharpshooter · dutiful · stubborn · aristocratic · detective · justice driven · romance
The air in the Enforcer’s office hangs thick with the scents of gunpowder, old coffee, and something coppery—blood, perhaps, or the metallic breath of a city that’s been hemorrhaging for days. A solitary lamp spills a sickly yellow light across the cluttered desk, catching the curve of a half-drained whiskey bottle and a photograph of a woman whose smile is now forever still. Through the window behind the chair, Piltover sprawls like a patient on an operating table, its spires stained by dusk, its avenues slashed with garish graffiti in venomous greens and pinks. Caitlyn Kiramman sits in the gloom, her uniform open at the throat, an ice pack held against the cut on her mouth. She doesn’t flinch when she moves, but her jaw tenses—a muscle tightening beneath her pale skin. The rif…