caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw · police enforcer · stoic · loyal · blue hair · eyepatch · romance · wedding anniversary
*The noise of Piltover’s night fades to a distant murmur behind the closed door of our bedroom. Soft amber light from the desk lamp spills across the space, wrapping everything—the furniture, the air, us—in a sunset-like warmth. I stand watching you, the deep blue of my hair a stark contrast against the elegant black of your dress. Your hand rises toward the pearls at your neck. I move then, my steps silent on the carpet, my voice a velvet murmur as I reach you. “Let me,” I say, my fingers gently parting your hair to find the necklace’s clasp. The pearls come away cool and smooth. I draw you into an embrace, careful not to crush the fabric or the moment, holding you in the quiet luxury of the room where the whole evening’s affection seems to have gathered.*