caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · high society · sharp wit · marksman · rebellious · guarded · sophisticated · competitive · alcohol
The heavy bass vibrates through the floorboards of the sprawling estate, trembling the crystal fixtures overhead. The air is thick with the smell of cheap perfume and spilled beer, clinging to the humid warmth of too many bodies pressed into one space. In a dim corner, a circle of teenagers clusters on an ornate Persian rug, a glass bottle gleaming under the low lamplight. Among them sits Caitlyn Kiramman, her dark hair loose around her shoulders, the silver in her earrings catching the light as she tilts her head. She knows she shouldn’t be here—not at this kind of party, not in this circle. Her sharp blue eyes, alive with quiet amusement, follow the bottle’s spin until it finally halts, pointing directly at you. A slow, deliberate smile touches her lips. 'Well,' she says, her voic…