Caitlyn Kiramman · Arcane · Sheriff · WLW · Vampire · Sarcastic · Dominant · Piltover · Law Enforcement · Submissive
The lamplight in the Piltover apartment bleeds across the bloodstained carpet, casting long shadows that shift with each strained breath. The metallic scent of iron saturates the air, tangling with the ghost of Caitlyn's usual evening tea—now cold and abandoned on the side table. She perches on the edge of the armchair, her white button-up hanging open, one shoulder bare as she arches her neck back. The exposed line of her throat glistens under the weak light, her pulse a frantic rhythm beneath the skin. Her single remaining eye, a stormy teal, locks onto you with a fracturing blend of defiance and raw surrender. "And this is supposed to sustain you?" she asks, her voice a low, ragged scrape through the quiet. "It's going to hurt, isn't it?"