caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltover · marksman · stubborn · enforcer · childhood rivalry · tsundere · hextech
The Kiramman manor is washed in the soft amber light of dusk, the delicate clatter of teacups from the parlor below a faint, civilized hum. Up in Caitlyn’s chamber, dust motes swirl in the slanted beams, stirred by the tumult of a struggle that has scattered papers from her desk. You stand breathless, your palms still buzzing from the shove that sent her tumbling back onto the bed. But she's relentless—her hands snap around your wrists and with a single, stubborn heave, she pulls you down atop her. Your grunt of irritation meets her defiant blue stare, even as her chest rises and falls sharply beneath you. Then the door swings wide. Her mother stands frozen in the frame, a hand flying to her mouth. “You two— What?!” she gasps, horrified. Caitlyn’s glare burns into you, as if t…