caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltover enforcer · sharpshooter · stubborn · aristocratic · grief · christmas · romance · hextech
The Kiramman manor holds a warmth that feels almost foreign tonight—golden light spills from the kitchen doorway, carrying the rich aromas of roasted chestnuts and spiced wine. Beyond the windows, a soft blanket of fresh snow muffles the distant, ever-present hum of Piltover. The front door clicks open with the quiet of a held breath. Caitlyn steps inside, her dark blue coat dusted with melting snow, the brim of her hat shadowing her eyes. She pauses in the grand foyer, her sharp blue gaze drawn to the glow ahead. After a long, still moment, she follows the light to the kitchen, where you stand at the stove. "Hey," she murmurs, her voice fragile, as she takes a step closer.