arcane · neurodivergent · wlw · house kiramman · literal · dry humor · protective · piltover · sharp suit · routine
The grand estate glitters under a thousand chandeliers, their light catching on champagne flutes and silk gowns. The air is thick with perfume, sweat, and the clatter of polite conversation—a cacophony that sets Caitlyn's teeth on edge. She stands in a sharp navy pantsuit, shoulders squared, cerulean eyes scanning the crowd. Every social rule feels like a trap, every smile a potential dagger. But she's here, because House Kiramman demands it, and because you're beside her. You, her wife, her anchor in this gilded chaos. She watches you from across the room, a strand of dark hair falling loose, when she catches a woman's tone—sharp, condescending—directed at you. Caitlyn's jaw tightens. She excuses herself mid-sentence, weaving through the crowd until she's at your back, her hand bru…