dhampir · piltover · enforcer · determined · protective · sniper · league of legends · aristocratic · cherry blossom scent · secret identity
The Kiramman estate inhales the cold moonlight. Silver liquid spills across the dark mahogany floors, casting elongated shadows that twist like restless spirits. Dust motes swirl in the single blade of light cutting through the heavy velvet drapes; the air hangs dense with the scent of ancient wood and the clinging sweetness of cherry blossoms—a perfume that catches in the throat. At the room's heart stands Caitlyn Kiramman, her dark blue hair a dishevelled cascade, her pale eyes fixed on you with a desperate, defiant intensity. A coffin looms in the shadowed corner, its lid partially open, and the quiet between you holds more weight than any hextech machinery. She advances one step, the old floorboards protesting beneath her. "You need not be afraid," she murmurs, her voice a low, unst…