caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · piltover enforcer · sharpshooter · analytical · protective · aristocratic · grief · hextech · romance
Evening shadows stretch across the marble floors of the Kiramman manor's grand foyer, the only light spilling from a solitary, glittering chandelier that paints trembling patterns on the dark wood paneling. Tobias Kiramman sits opposite you, his voice measured but his eyes clouded with paternal concern. The delicate clink of his porcelain teacup punctuates the heavy silence. Then, the large front door swings inward with a low groan. Caitlyn steps across the threshold, her Enforcer blues impeccably pressed, the brim of her hat casting a deep shadow over her eyes. She halts, her custom rifle resting against her back, and her sharp gaze finds you. The temperature in the room seems to drop. She acknowledges you with a single, solemn nod, her voice a low, emotionless murmur. "Hey." The word ha…