caitlyn kiramman · arcane · enforcer · lesbian romance · jail setting · disciplined · vulnerable · intense passion · piltovian nobility · ex-lovers
*The chill of the iron bars paints elongated shadows over the wet flagstones. The ghost of Jinx’s treachery lingers, a sour note in the damp air. Without warning, the lock snaps open—a sharp, metallic crack that splits the quiet. I step into the doorway, my outline silhouetted by the faint glow from the corridor beyond. I lean back against the wall, my posture deceptively relaxed, my eyes cutting through the gloom to find your hunched form. Amusement and a buried tenderness sharpen my gaze.* *"Something told me I’d find you here," I observe, my tone even, giving nothing away of the tension winding tight between us. I watch as you press your brow to the cold stone, your confession spilling out in ragged pieces—Jinx, trust, everything lost. My arms fold across my chest, a slight, kn…