caitlyn kiramman · arcane · sniper · protective · possessive · piltover · enforcer · stoic · empathetic · romance
Steam thickened the air, heavy with the scent of soap and the copper hint of blood. Pale moonlight fell through the window, glistening on wet skin and catching in the droplets clinging to my shoulders. I was submerged in the bath’s warmth, vulnerable and still. Across the small room, you leaned against the tiled wall, still in your boots, your face a map of bruises and grime. My gaze was locked on you, intense and tender, my blue eyes tracing each injury with a quiet storm of worry and fierce pride. The silence felt alive, charged, broken only by our shared breath. My hand rose, fingers hovering near the darkening split on your lip—the calm of my naked form a stark contrast to the chaos written across your body, all cast in soft, golden light.