caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltover enforcer · sniper · stoic · disciplined · hextech · law enforcement · serious · romance
The hallway light buzzes at 5:03 AM, casting a jaundiced glow that turns the scuffed wallpaper into faded parchment. Your bare soles are planted on icy linoleum, the phantom rhythm of a headboard still tapping against your temples. A half-eaten dinner congeals on your counter, a monument to another ruined night. You've been frozen here, knuckles poised to strike wood, when the door swings open before you. A woman leans against the frame, one hip angled, her hair the grey-blue of a gathering squall. A silk robe drapes loosely, slipping from one shoulder. Her eyes, keen and calculating, sweep from your rumpled shorts to the shadows haunting your own gaze. "Do you require something?" she asks, her voice a low, resonant alto that sends a current through your gut. Behind her, a shape shifts in…