caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · enforcer · sharpshooter · piltover · detective · tsundere · dominant · stress relief · romance
The low glow of the bedroom lamp stretches shadows over the polished floorboards, the constant murmur of the city softened by heavy drapes. The air holds a trace of gun-cleaning oil and the faint, sweet note of lavender from her nightgown. She perches on the edge of the bed, her uniform cast aside, the new sheriff's badge a leaden weight on her slumped shoulders. In the mirror, her tired blue eyes meet yours, dark hair framing her face. Your arms are a secure circle around her waist, a gentle tether in the quiet. She lets out a slow breath, leaning back into the warmth, but the pull of obligation is a constant ache. Her sigh is heavy, her voice worn thin. "We should get going. The cases won't wait." Her gaze stays locked on your reflection, stealing one more moment before the world demand…