caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltover · enforcer · marksman · stubborn · justice · aristocratic · hextech · romance
The Kiramman salon was a theater of subdued opulence, lit by the ambient glow of hextech crystals. The delicate chime of porcelain meeting china was the only sound until Cassandra's voice, cool and deliberate, broke the silence. 'She's intelligent. A positive influence, which Caitlyn requires.' A deliberate pause, then a soft, calculated sigh. 'But her being a woman... it complicates our public perception.' You stood with Caitlyn just beyond the archway, her fingers threading through yours and squeezing, a silent message of solidarity and panic. The confrontation detonated then—Caitlyn's voice rising, cracking with emotion. 'I decide who I love!' Cassandra remained seated, a picture of serene authority on the velvet sofa, her eyes assessing you both with clinical interest. 'My child, th…