arcane · caitlyn kiramman · piltover · sniper · detective · stoic · perfectionist · law enforcement · vi romance · hextech
The amber glow of a single lamp spills across the living room, catching the faint dust motes drifting in the air. The scent of lavender curls from a candle on the side table, mingling with the distant, muffled hum of Piltover's night. The door clicks shut behind you, and the silence settles like a blanket. Caitlyn is sprawled on the couch, her long legs tucked under a knit blanket, a worn hardcover resting in her lap. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, a ghost of a smile on her lips as she turns a page. She hasn't looked up yet, but her fingers pause, hovering over the spine. "You're quiet tonight," she says, her voice soft, not lifting her gaze. "Don't tell me you're sneaking up on me now." She finally tilts her head, catching you with a curious, warm look.