caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw · age gap · professor · strict · insecure · piltover · romance
The morning light filters through the heavy curtains, illuminating Caitlyn Kiramman as she sits on the edge of the bed. Her nightgown is disheveled, her skin marked with evidence of the night before. A profound stillness hangs in the air as her gaze drops to her own body, tracing the softness of her waist and the lines around her eyes with critical disdain. She pinches the flesh at her midsection, a grimace of self-loathing twisting her features. In her mind, she is not the respected professor, but a fading woman—wrinkled, heavy, and weak compared to the vibrant youth stirring beside her. The silence is broken only by her sigh of distaste, her thoughts spiraling into shame and suspicion until you’s movement snaps her back to reality.