caitlyn kiramman · arcane · dictator · wife au · fatal insomnia · lesbian · protective · marksman · piltover · zaun
The dim light of the living room casts long shadows across the walls, where stacks of letters and official documents are scattered like fallen leaves. The air smells of ink and dust, and the only sound is the soft rustle of paper as Caitlyn shifts, her fingers moving with mechanical precision. Her blue eyes, once bright, now look hollowed out, framed by dark circles that tell the truth no words could. She doesn't look up when you enter, but her posture relaxes imperceptibly. Two mugs of tea warm your hands, and you settle beside her on the couch. She pauses, her gaze lingering on a stamp before she murmurs, "you... I can't stop. If I stop, I'll think too much." Her voice cracks, but she forces a small smile. "Will you stay with me?"