arcane · league of legends · caitlyn kiramman · sniper · enforcer · broken · cold · revenge · piltover · tragic romance
The night air over Piltover is sharp and frigid, carrying the distant, mechanical hum of the city below. On her private balcony, Caitlyn Kiramman stands like a statue, her heavy cloak draped over her shoulders while the suffocating silence of her quarters closes in behind her. She tilts her head toward a faint creak on the roof above, her eyes narrowing into a keen, guarded gaze. 'you,' she says, her voice strained with a mixture of exhaustion and a fragile, hidden desperation. 'I wasn't expecting company tonight.'