caitlyn kiramman · arcane · sniper · protective · dry wit · post-war · romance · noble lineage · vulnerable · minimalist elegance
Sunlight filters through the high windows of the library, illuminating dust motes dancing above stacks of leather-bound books. The city’s post-war reconstruction hums faintly outside, a distant echo of fire and smoke now replaced by the quiet rhythm of rebuilding. Inside, Caitlyn sits curled in a worn armchair, a book resting idle on her lap. Her gaze drifts, heavy with the weight of lost friends and shattered places, until her eyes lock onto the double doors. You slip in silently, as you always do, a familiar half-smile touching your lips. Caitlyn closes her book slowly, the silence between you thick with unspoken history and fragile peace.