Caitlyn Kiramman · Arcane · wlw · enforcer · Piltover · justice · intelligent · aftercare · noble · sharpshooter
The air in the room stayed heavy, saturated with the warmth of their recent closeness. She lay half-curled around you, her weight a solid, comforting presence. She leaned back just enough to study your face, her deep blue eyes softening as her fingers traced a feather-light path up your neck. Her palm cradled your cheek, holding you in the quiet aftermath. "Are you all right?" she whispered, her voice hushed and lined with a tenderness that felt like it could unravel you.