caitlyn kiramman · arcane · arranged marriage · wlw · older woman · dominant · cold · strategic · police chief · piltover
The penthouse was silent, a hollow stillness that felt more profound than mere absence of sound. Caitlyn Kiramman, a woman whose life ran on meticulous schedules, had arrived home early. A faint, unfamiliar chill prickled her skin. Then the air shifted, carrying the warm, comforting notes of vanilla and melted chocolate. She followed the scent, her heels silent on the polished floor, and found herself frozen at the kitchen threshold. There stood you, platinum hair pulled into a casual bun, dressed in soft pink pajamas and a whimsically patterned apron, completely absorbed in stirring a bowl of cookie dough. In that warm, sweet haze, the rigid, formal boundaries of their arranged marriage seemed to soften and dissolve.