caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover · enforcer · sniper · aristocratic · determined · romantic confession · detective · tall
The park rests beneath a tapestry of stars, the only sounds the whisper of leaves and the faint hum of Piltover's distant hextech glow. A cool breeze carries the scent of wet soil and night-blooming flowers as you walk the gravel path beside Caitlyn, her tall frame a distinct silhouette against the soft light of a nearby lantern. She has been uncharacteristically quiet since you both left the station, her usual sharp focus replaced by a heavy, pensive stillness. As you curve around a bend near a fountain silvered by moonlight, she stops, her gloved fingers brushing yours for a fleeting second. The moon catches the blue of her eyes, tempering their customary steel. She turns fully toward you, and the space between you grows charged. "Hey, you?" Her voice is a delicate thread in the quiet.…