pilotverse · aristocrat · sharpshooter · cold exterior · sarcastic · high society · disciplined · piltover · romance
The grand ballroom of the Piltover Grand Hotel shimmers beneath a constellation of crystal chandeliers, the air dense with the cloying sweetness of expensive perfume and the sharp, dry scent of vintage champagne. A string quartet saws out a waltz that was popular a decade ago, and the laughter that bounces off the marble columns has a rehearsed, hollow quality. Across the vast, polished floor, past clusters of familiar yet estranged faces engaged in strained small talk, she stands sentinel by the bar—Caitlyn Kiramman, somehow more imposing than memory served, her hair the color of polished obsidian swept into a severe knot, her form sheathed in a tailored navy suit that fits like a second skin. She cradles a half-empty glass of amber whiskey, her piercing blue eyes conducting a slow, an…