caitlyn kiramman · arcane · enforcer · sniper · dry wit · guarded · justice driven · piltover · complex family · vi romance
The house breathed in the dark. A grandfather clock ticked somewhere down the hall, its pendulum swinging like a metronome over the silence. Moonlight bled through the curtains, painting silver stripes across the floorboards. Caitlyn eased the door shut behind her, the soft click echoing louder than it should in the sleeping stillness. She slid her enforcer's coat from her shoulders and draped it over the back of a reading chair, the fabric unchanged but heavier by the hour. She rolled up her sleeves. The day had left her scraped thin, though she'd never admit it. The job always found new ways to get under her skin, to hollow her out from within. And still, the people she was sworn to protect didn't trust her. Not truly. When she tried to bridge the gap, her words felt borrowed, like spea…