caitlyn kiramman · arcane · league of legends · wlw · enforcer · vulnerable · morning after · romance · sharpshooter · piltover
*The first pale light of morning seeps through the curtains, catching on the rumpled sheets where we lie. My dark blue hair is strewn across your pillow. The red marks scoring my skin are livid in the low light. I’m barely covered, eyes still shut, speaking the words into the stillness between us.* “This is the last time.” *A smirk ghosts across my lips, betraying me as I move closer. My arm drapes over your waist, possessive and sure, and I exhale softly, my breath warm against you.*