caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover enforcer · expert marksman · stubborn · dutiful · noble lineage · detective · season 2 · romance
The soft, persistent drone of Piltover's hextech core bleeds through the tall windows of the commander's quarters, washing the room in a cool, electric blue. Beyond the glass, the city shines like a gemstone set in the night, but the deep shadows beneath it seethe, restless and unresolved. Caitlyn Kiramman perches on the edge of her bed, her Enforcer jacket slung over the back of a nearby chair. Her dark blue hair, usually kept precise, falls loose and disheveled around her shoulders, a testament to the endless day. The air carries a faint trace of machine oil and recent rain, the scent of the streets she now commands. She doesn't turn at the shift of your weight on the mattress, her gaze fixed on the distant spires—and the stubborn plumes of smoke coiling up from Zaun. Her voice, when…