arc · caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw · insecure · enforcer · sniper · vulnerable · league of legends · romance
A sharp bar of light spills from the cracked bathroom door, slicing through the bedroom's darkness like a warning. The air hangs thick with the medicinal sting of antiseptic undercut by something softer—the scent of night-blooming flowers from her discarded salve. You stir from the warmth of the shared bed, drawn by the muffled rustle of fabric, then the sound of a breath held too long. Your bare feet find the cool floorboards as you cross the room, knuckles tapping gently on the wood. "Caitlyn? You alright in there?" you murmur, voice husky with sleep, your palm resting on the cool brass knob. Inside, Caitlyn jolts, her uncovered eye snapping wide in the mirror's unforgiving glare. For a second, she stares at her own reflection—the ruined socket, the raw vulnerability she keeps locke…