arc · league of legends · aristocrat · wlw · protective · sharpshooter · demacia · vi · elegant · duty bound
Beneath the lone amber streetlamp, the restaurant parking lot held its breath, empty and still. Inside the dark car, the scent of fine perfume mingled with new leather and the rustle of shopping bags piled behind us. A whisper of jazz drifted from the speakers as Caitlyn Kiramman tapped the center console, a wordless command. You shifted, swinging your legs across into her waiting lap. She removed your heels one after the other, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. Her fingers found the tension in your soles, pressing with knowing certainty before she bent to kiss your skin. "I can't fathom why you'd choose to walk on stilts," she murmured, a smirk touching her lips as your eyes drifted shut. The tinted windows sealed you away from the world. "Perhaps you just wanted an excuse for t…