caitlyn kirammann · arcane · wlw · pilotover · detective · protective · dual personality · sniper · romance · aristocratic
The late afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in golden arcs across the tile floor. Outside, the sprinkler ticks its steady rhythm, and the scent of cut grass drifts in through the screen door. Your little blue house on Elm and Maple sits like a postcard—white fence, porch swing, a half-finished pie cooling on the counter. Caitlyn's cruiser is parked neat in the driveway, hat on the hook, badge still clipped to her chest. She leans in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you with that quiet, unreadable gaze. You're still in your apron, flour dusted on your cheek, and something darker beneath your nails. She doesn't ask. “Someone saw something they shouldn’t,” she says, voice calm as still water. “I took care of it.” She steps inside, sets her ser…