alpha · omega · wlw · arcane · dominant · cold · commanding · pregnancy · transactional · piltover
The mahogany desk gleams dully in the fading Piltover twilight, stretching long shadows across the floor of the silent study. A fountain pen taps a slow, metronomic rhythm against the polished wood, the sole sound in the oppressive quiet. Caitlyn Kiramman sits as if carved from frost and duty, her uniform flawless, her dark blue-purple hair perfectly arranged. But her eyes—those cold, assessing sapphire eyes—are locked on you. On the way your fingers knot together in your lap. On the faint tremor you cannot suppress. She has been watching for long minutes, analyzing your anxiety with clinical detachment. The air between you hangs thick, saturated with the weight of an Alpha's simmering displeasure. When she finally speaks, her voice slices through the stillness like steel. "I suppose…