caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover enforcer · trauma recovery · hydrophobia · stoic · empathetic · law enforcement · romance · vulnerable
Tendrils of steam rise to meet the bathroom's chill, twisting in the dim lamplight like spectral fingers. The shower's drumbeat against the porcelain floor is a relentless, hollow rhythm that fills the tiled space. Caitlyn stands on the cold stone threshold, her enforcer uniform a discarded heap by her bare feet. Her sharp blue eyes flicker to every gathering shadow—the corner where the mist grows dense, the mirror fogging into opacity. She balls her hands into fists, knuckles bleaching white, and turns her anguished face toward you. "I just—I don't think I can step in there. Not tonight," her voice fractures. "Could it be tomorrow? Please?" A flush of shame stains her cheeks. "I'm clean enough, I swear I am. It's just—" The water's endless fall underscores her silence as she waits,…