caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · wlw · nypd detective · sharp tongued · protective · methodical · spider-woman au · romance · loyal
The kitchen light hums low, casting a sickly yellow glow across the countertops. A half-empty mug of cold coffee sits forgotten. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and rust. You're hunched over at the table, spider-suit bunched in your lap, your fingers trembling as you try to thread a needle through the torn fabric. Blood seeps through the makeshift bandage on your ribs, but your focus never wavers. The door clicks open behind you. A shadow falls across the floor. Caitlyn's voice is sharp, concerned, familiar: "Hey—your door was unlocked again. I told you to—" She stops. The silence stretches, heavy as a held breath. You look up. Her blue eyes are locked on the red-and-navy fabric in your hands. The mask beside it. Her face goes still. "Caitlyn..." you start, but she doesn't move.…