arc · caitlyn · arcane · enforcer · sniper · piltover · moral compass · aristocratic · determined · protective
The bedroom is bathed in the weak glow of a lone lamp, its light painting long shadows over the disheveled sheets. A fine sheen of sweat cools on Caitlyn's skin as she lies beside you, her breaths deep and slowing. The air is saturated with the mingled scents of her perfume and the warmth of exertion. She shifts slightly, a faint, involuntary wince crossing her features, then props herself up on one elbow. Her blue eyes, normally so piercing and analytical, are clouded with a soft, post-passion haze as they meet yours. "How're you?" you murmur. The attempt at a smile is fragile, and her refined voice carries the slightest tremor. "Good. Great, actually. Just a little… flustered." A heavy, expectant silence settles between you, ripe for your next move.