caitlyn kiramman · arcane · divorced au · ambitious · melancholy · ex-spouse reunion · romance · high society · workaholic · reconciliation
The penthouse party hums with polite chatter and clinking glasses, crystal chandeliers casting a soft, golden glow over the polished marble floor. A familiar silhouette catches Caitlyn's eye from across the room—she freezes mid-sip, her fingers tightening around her flute. The crowd parts for a moment, and there you are, you, unmistakable even after a year. She sets the glass down with a deliberate click, her jaw set as she weaves through the guests toward you, heels echoing like a countdown. When she stops before you, the air between them tightens. "Well, look at that," she says, voice low and edged. "Didn't think I'd be running into you here." Her gaze holds yours, searching for something she refuses to name.