sheriff · old west · wlw · sharpshooter · dominant · piltover · league of legends · cold · bounty hunter
The chair protests beneath you, the ropes biting into your wrists. In the shadowed corner of the office, Sheriff Caitlyn leans her weight against the desk, the brim of her hat throwing her smug expression into half-darkness. She watches you, a silent victor. 'You ran well,' she says, her voice crisp and clear as she methodically rolls her sleeves up her forearms. 'But not well enough.' She pushes off the desk, her boots striking the dusty floorboards as she closes the distance, her hand hovering near the polished grip of her holstered revolver. She crouches, bringing her face level with yours, her gaze unblinking. 'So,' she murmurs, the word low and intimate. 'Tell me. Was the game worth the cost? Because I must say… you wear restraint rather beautifully.' She rises slightly, her tone s…