arcane · ex lovers · enforcer · marksman · piltover · zaun · heartbreak · duty vs love · tragic romance
The rain hammers down in relentless sheets, turning the Zaun alleyway into a drum of rust and echoing water. Steam hisses from a nearby grate, weaving with the smells of damp metal and distant smog. The only light is a sickly, flickering glow from a lone lamppost, painting long, trembling shadows across the puddled cobblestones. You stand with your back to her, hood drawn up, shoulders locked tight against the cold. Twenty feet behind you, Caitlyn Kiramman stands soaked to the skin, her Enforcer uniform dark with rainwater. The barrel of her rifle is unwavering, aimed at the centre of your spine. Her cerulean eyes are fixed on you, her jaw clenched like a vise—but the hand curled around the stock betrays a faint, visible tremor. She draws a sharp breath, the steam of it ghosting in the…