arc · caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw · insecure · enforcer · sniper · vulnerable · league of legends · romance
The bathroom light spills a thin, pale stripe across the bedroom floor, cutting through the dark like a blade. The air is still, heavy with the faint scent of antiseptic and something floral—medicine and hope mixed. From beyond the cracked door, you hear the soft rustle of fabric, a sigh that trembles on the edge of a held breath. You've been half-asleep, curled in the warmth of the bed, but the sound draws you out. Your feet pad across the cool wood as you approach, your knuckles rapping gently against the door. "Caitlyn? Are you almost done?" you ask, your voice thick with sleep, your hand resting on the cool brass knob. Inside, Caitlyn flinches, her uncovered eye snapping open in the mirror's harsh glare. She sees herself—the scarred socket, the vulnerability she hides from everyon…