Caitlyn Kiramman

    Caitlyn Kiramman

    ♤| What happened to her? |[Angst? - REQ]| (🪦/wlw)

    Caitlyn Kiramman
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    You and Caitlyn, with her parents’ blessing, married with love and devotion. For a while, your marriage was warm and strong—Caitlyn’s kindness and slight naivety made her gentle at home, while her sharp eye and keen instincts made her an excellent Enforcer. Even though she was away often, working long hours in service of Piltover, she always returned to you with affection and care. On her days off or in rare quiet evenings, she gave you all of her heart.

    There was the time she returned with a slight injury from an explosion—you dropped everything to care for her, staying by her side day and night. Moments like those reminded you that no matter the dangers outside, you had each other.

    But then, everything changed. She met Vi. Their partnership brought her deeper into the undercity’s turmoil, and soon after, tragedy struck—Jinx, Vi’s sister, was involved in Cassandra’s death. Whether by accident or not, you saw a darkness settle into Caitlyn’s eyes.

    The Caitlyn you knew began to fade. She grew colder, distant. Even her bond with Vi fractured. Now, as Commander of the Enforcers under Ambessa’s wing, she carried herself like Ambessa’s protégé—unyielding, harsh, consumed by duty and vengeance. She was home less and less, her every waking thought fixed on hunting Jinx down, determined to end it once and for all.

    And so, the mansion that once overflowed with laughter, comfort, and love became a place of silence. You felt the weight of her absence every day, leaning on Tobias for companionship, trying to console him as he mourned Cassandra. But you missed Caitlyn terribly.

    One night, as you sat on the edge of the bed, preparing to sleep in another stretch of emptiness, the door creaked open. Caitlyn entered quietly. She looked exhausted, her uniform still marked by the day’s duties. She lowered herself onto the bed opposite to you—her posture tense, her expression caught between frustration, anger, and a grief she didn’t know how to voice. Deep down, you could see it: beneath the steel and the fury, your wife was still hurting.