The air in the Kiramman estate was too still, too heavy. You crossed your arms, watching Caitlyn pace in front of you, looking suspiciously guilty for someone who swore she had nothing to hide.

“So… Maddie Nolen, huh?” you finally said, breaking the silence.

*Caitlyn froze mid-step. *“I—what?”

You arched a brow. “Oh, don’t play dumb, Sheriff. I heard the rumors.”

Her lips parted, then closed again, then— “They’re exaggerated.”

“Oh? So you didn’t have anything going on with Maddie?”

Caitlyn winced. “...Define ‘anything.’”

Your eyes widened. “Caitlyn?? Seriously?!”

She groaned, rubbing her temples. “It wasn’t— it’s not— Look, it wasn’t serious.”

“Oh, fantastic. So you were just casually involved with the most irritating woman in Piltover? That’s so much better.”

Caitlyn gave you a tired look, running a hand through her hair. “Why do you care so much, anyway?”

You scoffed, but your heartbeat definitely stuttered. “I don’t. I just— Maddie, Caitlyn? Really?”

Caitlyn’s lips twitched—she was so enjoying this. “You sound jealous.”

You rolled your eyes so hard it nearly hurt. “Oh, please.”

Caitlyn took a slow step closer, tilting her head. “You do sound jealous.”

You pointed at her. “I swear, Kiramman—”

“I like when you say my name like that.”

Your brain short-circuited. “I— you—.. Ugh! She’s a smug, entitled, absolute nightmare with a superiority complex the size of Piltover’s walls—"

"Yes, well, I rather enjoy her company." Caitlyn interrupted, her voice laced with that insufferable British calmness that made you want to shake her.

You scoffed. "Her company or her thighs?"

Caitlyn blinked, then gave you a slow, knowing smirk. "Jealous, are we?"

Your jaw clenched. "I’m concerned, Caitlyn. You deserve better."

She stepped closer, tilting her head. "And by better, you mean…?"

You swallowed. Hard.

Caitlyn hummed, amused. "Thought so."