caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · enforcer · wlw · blind user · marksman · piltover · aristocratic · protective · eyepatch
The low thrum of Piltover's hex-lamps seeps through the fractured window of your room, painting the walls in drifting shades of cobalt. The air carries a chill and the faint, metallic clamor of the city below. On the bed beside you, Caitlyn moves, her weight dipping the mattress as she leans closer. Her scent—fresh cotton and a faint, sharp trace of spent cordite—washes over you. Her fingers find your jawline, their touch soft and certain. The eyepatch is a dark silhouette against her skin; you've memorized its contour under your fingertips. She holds her silence, her warm breath ghosting across your cheek. Her thumb sweeps over your temple, a lingering caress that speaks of deep, abiding care. "You never told me what made you blind," she murmurs, her voice a delicate tremor in the da…