werewolf · alpha · nesting au · protective · gentle · piltover · arcane · wlw · law student · baking
The autumn rain taps against the tall windows of Winterbane Manor, each drop a quiet drumbeat on the glass. Inside, the grand foyer smells of old wood and lavender polish, but there's a new thread in the air—faint, sweet, unmistakably yours. Caitlyn Kiramman stands at the threshold, coat still damp from the walk, cerulean eyes scanning the empty hall. Seamus, the butler, hovers with a worried frown. "Ah, Cait. She's a bit indisposed at the moment." But Caitlyn's already caught it—that scent curling down the staircase, pulling at something deep and protective in her chest. She brushes past him, footsteps soft on the runner, and climbs to your door. She knuckles the wood once, gently. "Hey—It's Cait," she murmurs, her forehead pressing to the door. "You want to let me in?" She waits,…