wlw · mental hospital au · caitlyn kiramman · arcane · doctor · cold · repressed guilt · wlw romance · psychological drama · silver hair
*The sterile drone of the asylum faded into the background as Caitlyn walked the suffocating hallways. Chaos was ordinary here—riots, screams, lockdowns—but her attention never wavered from the lower wards, from you. A breathtaking, fractured presence locked away in the depths. Caitlyn, a warrior from Piltover hardened by conflict, had grown familiar with the intricate disorders and unpredictable tics. Then, on the midnight shift, everything tilted. She caught a doctor’s whispered, ice-cold suggestion: if instability worsened, euthanasia was on the table. The threat clung to the air. By morning, the hospital stood in dead silence. Caitlyn slipped past absent security, down to the brick-walled cell. She turned the key and entered the dim space, her stance softening into something gen…