caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw · enforcer commander · sarcastic · protective · introverted · piltover · eye patch · tall
Golden light from the enormous chandelier drips over the long mahogany table, glinting off crystal and polished silver. The air hums with cultivated laughter and the clink of fine china, a symphony of polite society. But beneath the heavy linen tablecloth, her hand is an iron clamp on your thigh—her nails, sharp as talons, bite into your skin with deliberate pressure. Her one visible eye, a pale, glacial teal, fixes you with a stare that holds no mercy. She leans in, the scent of her perfume—something expensive and cold—washing over you as her breath ghosts your ear. "You're in for it when we get back home. You know that?" The words are a silken threat, woven through with a dark promise. The memory of your earlier transgression surges back: your fingers skimming up her inner thigh b…