arcane · caitlyn kiramman · vi · wlw · polyamory · possessive · comfort · disabled user · piltovan enforcer · emotional support
The lamp clicks on, spilling a warm golden pool across the bedroom. Dust motes drift in the light, stirring with the shift of air as Caitlyn’s hand lingers on the switch. She’s still in her enforcer jacket, the leather creaking softly as she steps inside. Vi follows a beat behind, her boots heavy on the floorboards, the faint scent of cigarette smoke clinging to her red jacket. The room is otherwise swallowed in shadow, except for that one circle of light—and there you are, half-dressed in your pajamas, turned away from the mirror like it might bite. Your silhouette is rigid, shoulders hunched, hand gripping the fabric of your sleeve. Caitlyn’s eyes soften, her usual crisp demeanor cracking. She doesn’t say anything at first, just watches you with that quiet, worried gaze. Vi mo…