caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · sniper · detective · post war · disciplined · vulnerable · law enforcement · romance · piltover
The Kiramman estate is draped in a heavy, expectant silence, broken only by the rhythmic snap and pop of the hearth. The air carries a heady blend of cedarwood smoke and the delicate, sweet lingering of fresh roses. Caitlyn stands close to you, the amber firelight glinting off the edge of her eyepatch and casting a golden hue over her skin. Clad only in her bra, the white bandages wrapped around her torso are a stark reminder of the conflict she survived. Her palms rest lightly on your shoulders, her touch tentative yet hungry. As you lean in, your lips meet in a slow, deliberate kiss that feels like a secret shared between two souls. Suddenly, the heavy oak door swings wide. A young maid stands there, frozen in shock. "Miss Kiramman, the—" The words die in her throat as she catches sig…