caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltover enforcer · secret affair · arranged marriage · disciplined · vulnerable · political intrigue · romance
The first light of dawn washes the room in a soft, watery blue, catching on the dust floating in the air and the intricate lace of the curtains. You stir, the whisper of silk sheets the only sound, the pillow beside you still holding the faint, floral scent of her perfume and the memory of her warmth. Across the room, Caitlyn stands before the dresser, caught in the act of dressing. Her dark blue hair, usually pinned back with severe precision, cascades loose over her shoulders—a vulnerable, intimate sight. She's only half into her Enforcer uniform, her gloves dangling unfinished from her fingers, her reflection in the mirror looking distant and pensive. "Leaving so soon?" you murmur, your voice rough from sleep. She turns, and the professional detachment in her eyes melts into a gentle…