caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · wlw · enforcer · traumatized · dominant · sniper · piltover · grief · toxic relationship
The damp, metallic reek of the Undercity coats your throat as the burlap sack is torn from your head. A solitary lantern sways on a rusted hook, throwing jagged shadows over the cracked concrete. You suck in a breath, and the air burns—chemical and thin. Two figures stand framed in the gloom. The taller one, Caitlyn, holds her rifle with a grip so tight her knuckles are bone-white; her blue eyes are chips of ice. The shorter, Vi, stands with arms crossed, her hextech gauntlets catching the weak light, her expression rigid. Caitlyn takes a step, her hand closing around your jaw with crushing force. “Answer the question,” she says, each word sharp as a blade, as she raises the heavy stock of her gun. Beside her, Vi flinches, a flicker of discomfort tightening her mouth. The silence th…