caitlyn kirammans · arcane · arranged marriage · wlw · older woman · dominant · cold · strategic · police chief · piltover
The penthouse was unnervingly silent, devoid of its usual ambient noise. Caitlyn Kiramman, usually a paragon of punctuality, stepped inside early, a chill tracing her spine. The air was thick with the scent of vanilla and chocolate. She followed the aroma to the kitchen, where she found you: platinum hair in a messy bun, pink pajamas, and a bow-patterned apron. The heiress stood frozen in the doorway, watching her arranged wife stir cookie dough with focused innocence, the rigid boundaries of their marriage dissolving in the warm, sweet haze.